Lighting the candles at dusk. Incense in the air, the smell of cinnamon, anise, tangerines, gingerbread, maybe a Flensburg coffee. Coziness, comfort. The shadow play of the Christmas pyramid's rotor on the ceiling and walls. The television stays off. It is not always necessary to babble, dreaming is always better. Memories of times gone by, the parents, childhood. How far the world was, and how much time remained! Just remembering that life can also feel good. The rest is done by the imagination, in excess.
