It’s been Christmas for three months. I don’t get the hype. At this point only a walking Christmas tree with turkey leg ornaments hanging from its branches would be able to stir some sort of Christmas-festivity in me.
In SG, there are so many things that go on every weekend, every day, every second someone is crossing a road to go to a carnival or a beer-tasting festival or a light show or something. When there’s no specific occasion, for example—in September or March—some large event or small occurrence that spirals into a huge one captures the attention of many Singaporean people on Instagram or Twitter or Facebook. We’re such a happening city that practically every week, there’s something to celebrate.
This is titled ‘Christmas with 3 months’ as I’m referring to 3 months prior to the actual Christmas event as a person. 3 Months is a person. 3 Months gets decked out in bells and wreaths and tinsels and holly way before sixteen year olds across the nation end their O Levels (November 17th). 3 Months is the happiest entity alive because it is entitled to start cracking open ginger ale and eggnog and tropical slushies and slather on their best Christmas leather—I mean Christmas outfits—3 months early. Such a grand being, such a grand event.
I’m not feeling the Christmas hype now because in SG, where so many events are celebrated every day, every month, Christmas becomes one that just is a more excessive version of the usual celebrations and installations. Christmas trees are just another form of light installations. Santa hats are like receipts of tickets to yet another outdoor concert.
The streets are alive and I feel it dully behind my eyes.
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ MERRY CHRISTMAS✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)
picture: my own. when I went to this amazing carnival/festival.