My second year in Israel without The Red Carpet and Christmas trees, surviving and if you can call the numbing experience of not being able to speak again, thriving, except for having realized that for a 2nd year in a raw, about 2 months prior to December 25th, almost as if I was preprogrammed, I start humming to myself all sorts of dreadful TJmaxy christmasy tunes - as in "dashing through the snow" - without any hint of Christmas or Christmas shopping being around. Chilling.
A friend in class, fellow American, told me she experienced something similar when all of a sudden she felt this sudden urge to do something to her house - and then she realized that she misses decorating for Christmas. (:
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