As I sit here typing, my toes are curling from the freezing cold. According to my room thermometer these days, I am astounded to discover that the temperature sinks as low as 23 degrees celsius. Doesn't it feel like Genting to you? And as my dad would say gleefully in previous years, we are vacationing without leaving our home! *slaps head*
In the midst of all these gloomy rainfall, the human spirit shines forth and leaves me buoyant. Yesterday, I was outside when I was caught in a drizzle. Standing by the traffic light and hoping it would turn green soon, I was shielding myself with a thin file. Before I knew it, this lady stepped up beside me and smiled at me, "Let's share the umbrella."
It would be the second time that I had been the receipient of such kindness from strangers. The first experience had been at Chinatown a couple of years ago by this old lady, though by then I was already drenched. Really heartwarming, isn't it? I can't thank the 2 kind ladies enough, for that few minutes of shelter from the rain. Because it was not only the momentary shelter, but the warmth of their generosity that touched me.
Perhaps it's the changing weather recently. The sudden chill in the air and the constant rain. It would be the closest to a white Christmas Singapore will ever get. (Instead, we get a wet one. Heh.) But the Christmas spirit has evidently manifested itself.
White Christmas ~ Bing Crosby
(Written by: Irving Berlin 1942) I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white
