"it’s the most wonderful time of the year."

I heard it played over and over in the airwaves and now it’s so bizarre hearing it with my tummy cringe and feel the goosebumps– for surreal thoughts of nostalgia  sink in. I didn’t know that such a happy song could also be a sad song. Maybe, because I won’t be singing it this time or I dreaded to sing it where memories behind are still poignant.

I guess, I will just let time unfurl its ways and that’s how it always go. It may not end up  like Darby and Joan in a song but it is good to know that some things really happened and we can’t stopped nor have control over it and that does not give  enough reason to shut our world and dwell on it.