Am I the stranger you happen to know? I keep thinking that perhaps we might have meant more if circumstances would allow. Just a few days until Christmas, and a thought lingers. Are you the stranger I must now ignore? We move through life with dizzying speed. But thanks to the cold winter air, the world seems to slow down. Little moments of joy come shyly, as if apologetic for disturbing my melancholy. It’s alright, come warm my hands. My chest. My heart. Let the Christmas spirit awaken the child in me. The one who used to believe in Santa Claus. In Baby Jesus. In the guiding star up in the sky. The star that could have been a UFO for all we know. Am I a stranger to myself? I am a bit blue, I guess. ‘Cause of a dream last night. About us. We were just walking. I hummed some notes. You guessed the correct concerto. Then you sang some lines. I almost got it before waking up. Wait, that wasn’t you. Now why would I have a dream, a rather lovely dream about Daniel Day-Lewis? Anyway… Anyhow… How are you my stranger? Wish you well. Wish you health. Wish you love and all the good stuff. Wish you a merry Christmas. And a happy New Year!
