I still can’t help but pinch myself every now and then, wondering if it’s all just a fantastical dream. One moment, I was a dusty, creaky chimney, and the next, I was a living, breathing woman. It’s a miracle, really. I remember the day it happened, the Christmas magic that coursed through my very being. I’d always dreamed of being a part of the festivities, of being a participant rather than a mere spectator. And now, here I am, basking in the warmth of it all.
People often ask me what it’s like to go from being a chimney to a human. It’s a difficult thing to put into words, but I’ll try. It’s like going from a monotonous hum to a vibrant symphony. Every sensation is new, every experience a delight. I’ve fallen in love with the taste of sugar cookies, the sound of carolers, and the feel of the soft snowflakes on my skin. And yet, despite all the wonders of being human, I still find myself missing the quiet moments, the stillness of the night when the world was hushed and only the fireplace crackled to life.
But even with all the adjustments, one thing remains the same: my love for the season. I’ve always been a Christmas enthusiast, and now, I get to experience it all firsthand. The way the lights twinkle, the scent of pine wafting through the air, the sound of jingle bells - it’s all so magical. And I must confess, I’ve been hoping to find someone special to share in the joy with. Perhaps this will be the year I find my own Christmas miracle, the one that will make all the sparkles in my life shine even brighter.
>Soulkyn