Remember what I've told you ?. You and me playing angels on the snow-clad ground, with Wei-chan screaming with both concern and excitement. Then we shall all be walking home shivering like wet cats in the winter monsoon. Warming our bodies up by hot chocolate, we bake some sweets and chit-chat as the old Christmas songs are playing blisssfully. At the New Year's Eve, our friends will come to gather, celebrating the event with the fullest joy... sukiyaki, hot sake... till all are full and drunk, singing and dancing like maniacs, falling asleep during the revel before you've noticed, dropping yourself into darkness' harmony and lullaby...
As you open your eyes to the first morning light, you find everything was just a dream. "Nosgaltic" is an understatement for your feeling then. Rather sad, uhm, but a smile may bloom on your face. A new day has come.
Maybe some sweet dreams are the best sweets for you now, my dear. Dreams are not real, but they are sweet and significant.