Winter struck me by surprise again, just like every season seems to do lately. And I have to deal with the kind of cold where one wears fur from head to toe and a T-shirt underneath to feel fine. Well, time for gloves and hat, and I only wear those when it is freezing. I was running errands today and I can finally say that I feel the holiday spirit. Just a little. It is hard when you resort only to your imagination and distorted distant childhood memories. I remember my dad building me a snowman in a park. I remember us waiting for the holiday tram and the lights. I remember him grumbling about how only poor people go to McDonald’s on Christmas Day, and how he would be everyone’s laughter, but still going with me. In between the chaos there were wonderful moments. I can only hope to offer my own child better ones. She is mighty thrilled by the lights and thankfully she did not catch the drift of the present and Santa thing yet. Fingers crossed it will last, and she will not start asking for preposterous toys. As for myself, I got a present I never dreamed of. Last Sunday my husband was asking me if I had ever dreamed of driving a Mercedes, in between watch where you’re going-s. And my answer was no. I have driven a handful of cars until now, however the brand did not matter that much. It does not matter now either, although I have been the owner of said Mercedes for a month. A gift from him. The best thing about it is that it is automated, so no more gear stick, which was a problem with former cars. But the size of it… it feels like you are on a ship. One that can be very easily driven. After the experience I had, I am afraid of winding roads and bridges. Sometimes I watch the road ahead and I panic at seeing turns and twists, and afterwards I have to focus up to five meters front to drive on. I am afraid to drive alone or with Boo in the car. Hopefully it will go away in time.