Clutch of Inspirations.

Sometimes I get puzzled by myself.

Tonight was supposed to be a blissful one, or at least I thought so, since it was a Christmas lights switch-on event with fireworks. I love Christmas, and I cherish this joyous season a lot. Christmas, is after all, of great significance that could not be put in words, simply.

As the bible verse John 3:16 goes - "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” Indeed, God loved us so much He sent His son Jesus Christ to save the world by dying on the Cross for us sinners. That’s the real story behind Christmas, the intrinsic reason for celebrating Christmas. But how many souls actually know or remember that? Most of us, including me myself I admit, tend to go frenzy over Santa Claus and turkey dinners more than thanking God for His wonderful act of love no one can ever deny.

Of course, I don’t mean that we aren’t suppose to have Santa Claus and turkey dinners but if you have the will to look slightly deeper inside, you’ll discover a lot more than just the surface.

The pure green colour of the fir tree remains green all year round, representing the everlasting hope of mankind, all the needles pointed heavenward, making it a symbol of man’s thoughts turning towards heaven.

The star was a heavenly sign of promises a long time ago. God promised a Saviour for the World, and the star was the sign of fulfilment of His promise.

The candle symbolises that Christ is the light of the World. May we remember that it is Jesus who fill our lives with light.

Dear old Santa Claus is but a humble servant of God who delineates generosity and kindness.

The holly plant represents immortality, the crown of thorns our Saviour worn; the red holly the blood He shed for us.

The sugar candy embodies the shepherd’s crook. The crook on the staff helps bring back the lost sheep to the flock.

It was the angels who announced the glorious news of our Saviour’s birth and sang, “Glory to God in the highest, on Earth peace and good will to men.

The sound of the bell finds back the lost sheep, guiding our way back to God. It depicts guidance and return and reminds us that we are all precious in the eyes of God.

A gift, prompts us to keep in mind that God loves us so much He gave us His only son Jesus Christ – Romans 5:8 – “But God demonstrated His love – it was while we were sinners that Christ died for us!"

As I walked around the city centre after the Christmas lights were switched on, I was desperately searching for the warmth and delight of Christmas. I felt like there was something missing. I looked at the huge Santa Claus figurine sitting atop of the Town Hall entrance, the 3 storeys-tall Christmas tree decorated with diamond-shaped lights, the Christmas lights and presents hung on trees and lamp posts. But no, nothing sparked the corner of my heart. It was just plain weird, cause I’m a Christmas enthusiast who can get excited alone by setting up Christmas tree while singing Christmas songs.

Santa perched on Town Hall. (grabbed from google)

Ambling on the streets with the others as we had nothing better to do than walk 10 steps and stop to talk (replay replay replay), we passed by Albert Memorial where wreaths and crosses of poppies were laid serenely, in remembrance of those whose lives were lost in the First World War. May they rest in peace in cognition that they shall be commemorated forever.

The sight of the memorial muddled up my emotions even more, as I fought my thoughts to remind myself to be grateful for everything. God bless the woman who was selling colourful Christmas lights wands on a wooden cart when other families were spending time together gloriously; the girl who was crossing the road in a wheelchair alone when we were walking and talking on the road ignorantly at times; whoever that was waiting for/in the ambulance that zoomed past us with its siren wailing blatantly; etc.

And so, the much awaited night unfolded into a cluttered one for me. Sorry guys, for being an emo wimp, well, if you realized, anyway. I guess I was more of quiet. It seriously wasn’t missing the fireworks that made me so abnormal. Speaking of which, 100000 apologies for indirectly making us too late for fireworks L Let’s just look ahead and immerse ourselves in the jubilant season of Christmas, bearing in mind the real meaning of it.

P/S : In case you’re wondering, yup, I didn’t take a single photo the whole night, too out of mood x.x My photos are very much abhorred anyway.

This has got to be the most solemn post I ever written in my blog.

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