People
say that I cannot be separated from the Christmas Holidays. Well, I do agree
with all of them. As and when my aroma fills the entire household, the little
children bask around me to have a nice time with my company. They laugh and
prance; they dance in merriment; they cannot wait to have a bite of a
fruitcake. All these mirthful moments make my cup of bliss overflow.
I know, yes, I do know that as
soon as I am sliced into pieces, I have to breathe my last. Still, I embrace
such demise of mine without any tears and without any fumbling. Do you know
why? Just to behold the smile in every visage… Absolutely, I do love to sacrifice
my life for a regaling reason.
In this regard, I must mention
that whenever the bakers mix up the batter with lots of fruits like apricots,
dates, raisins or currants of various kinds, cashews, almonds, pistachios,
tutti-frutti and, most importantly, with lots of love and cheer, I cannot hold
my tears back at all. I know that I must succumb right then and there but there
is no wonder that I shed tears of joy and peace.
Although I know that I will
fail to behold the next days in my life, I can embrace demise with lots of
gratification and kindness, knowing that I am going to decease for a sweet and
loving cause. I am sacrificial like a burning candle, but my message cannot be
overlooked at all. Faith, Goodwill, Mirth, Kindness, Peace, Benevolence, Purity,
Innocence, Charity, Fortitude, Mercy, Divinity and so on and so forth get
mingled in my blissful death of benediction. I give up my life for better days
to come every year. Hence, I do consider my death to be very much
well-deserving and pretty much gifted.
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