Sometimes, I dream. Well, everyone dreams.

I dream if this is what is greeting me for Christmas in a year’s time. Well, the chilly snowy winter, the hot tea or black coffee. The warm toast. The fireworks. Eh, not fireworks. Fire woods, I think.

I haven’t had good year-ends since I-can’t-remember-when. With the very odd schedule my university adopts, I even had to forgo Chinese New Year.

Well, envisioning myself in that situation just feels surreal. I cannot quite imagine how it would be like. I don’t know, maybe it is just that I am still quite skeptical at times. Dreams, to me, are things that are not meant to come true. So when they ever do come true, would they be like a merry winterland to me?