There was no snow on the treetops. No gifts in the fireplace. Only the humming of a dark brown bird with a yellow neck reminded of a Christmas tune.
The sun rose happily over the mighty stone structures. Its yellow blanket spread itself over the moist leaves of the jungle. For him it was just another day on his glowing chariot that conquered heavens.
A thin sliver of light started passing through the observatory. The cold stones were purring in the shining sparkle. One more solstice had just passed, leaving its delicate trace on the nebulous paper of history. The serpent of the equinox was once again on its way.
I heard a group of children singing Christmas carols. Their youthful voices filled up with melody the winter scenery. The smell of roast filled up my nostrils until another bird decided to disturb the illusion.
I remember of Christmas with family, with friends, with tables full of countless hors d’oeuvres and delightful deserts. I tried to find the fireplace with the chestnuts, until the freshness of the jungle covered it all with its humid film.
“Magdalena, it is Christmas day today!” I whispered. I needed something to remind me of all that I was missing. But the gorgeous sunbeams had a different celebration in mind. I closed my eyes again. The almighty serpent stood up over the endless field of corns. The pyramids smiled at the eternity they were sentenced to experience. And the short Mayan god whispered with kindness: Merry Christmas everyone!
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