40 Christmasses
So, today I celebrated my fortieth Christmas (are you kidding me?), and it never ceases to amaze me that it's a day, just a day like any other. It's never just "Thursday" - it's *Christmas*. I find it difficult to talk about "next week", or "next month". It's "after Christmas" or "next year". And yet minute follows minute; hour follows hour; and the day ends. There's no mist to step through to return to the real world. Strange.