Ok I admit it. It's a fact. I'm a sucker when it comes to tradition. I mean, don't get me wrong. I like modernity. I like new things and new ways of thinking. I'm progressive. But some things are just better off left untouched. Classic. Traditional. And so, last week, when the colourful Christmas lights that were quietly hang in my street some weeks before lit up for the first time I did the unthinkable thing. I pulled out the boxes with decoration and prepared the house for the Holidays. No doubt I was the first in the street, though one of our neigbors followed suspiciously fast with putting lights out on his balcony, but I just couldn't help myself. It was stringer then me. So shoot me.
In the United States no tree will be put before Thanksgiving. In the northern countries no wreath is hung before Saint Nicolas leaves the country. It is unheard of. It's just not done. And I say why not. In fact, a Christmas tree is only named that way because we put it at Christmas time, but the real meaning behind putting lights in a tree is to enlighten the darkest time of the year. The days before midwinter. To bring light and happiness, warmth and cosiness. And even though I am very well aware of the fact that it also tremendously helps the commerce in this festive time, I still believe there is something magic about the act of bringing light in a time of darkness. Something poetic and something very true. I think it is never too early to bring a touch of magic in the world, to light up our lives and bring warmth into the world. And so I do admit, I am one of those people who simply loves those days before Christmas. -BM-
Cover photography by Jorge Rivas
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