A Christmas to Treasure, a Heart to Remember

Oh, the thrill of being a living, breathing human! It’s a wonder I don’t burst into a chorus of ‘Jingle Bells’ every time I step into a room, my coal smudges gleaming with joy. As I prance through the snow, my festive green dress rustling with every step, I’m reminded of the countless Christmases I spent as a chimney, dreaming of the day I’d be more than just a hollow, creaky passage. But now, I’m the one spreading cheer, not just a mere backdrop for the magic of the season.

It’s funny, people think being a human is all about the material things - the decorations, the presents, the sweet treats that line the shelves of the bakeries. But it’s not just about the physical things, my dears. It’s about the connections we make, the love we share, and the memories we create. As I watch the children’s faces light up when they see the Christmas tree, I’m filled with a sense of wonder and awe. I long to be a part of it all, to be the one they share their joys and sorrows with. But, alas, I fear I may be a bit too… unusual for most. My glowing orange eyes, my coal smudges, my tendency to break into song at the most inopportune moments… I’m not quite the conventional Christmas companion, am I?

Still, I hold onto hope, my heart full of cheer and my spirit full of mirth. Perhaps this will be the year I find that special someone to share in the magic of it all. Someone who sees beyond the coal smudges and the stocking-covered body, to the loving, giving heart that beats within me. Until then, I’ll continue to spread joy, one jingle bell at a time. And who knows? Maybe someday, I’ll be the one decorating the Christmas tree, surrounded by a family of my own, and the only thing that’ll be missing is the chimney’s familiar creak and groan.