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The captivating magic of a Christmas tree will forever ignite a flame of liveliness. The lights sequentially dazzle with mystery, the bells, colourful bauble, shining stars and shimmer of the topper taking grand precedence. I stare with a lot of reserved excitement: the entire place is a refined art with minimal detail.

The resort hosted a dinner party, as part of the residence pack which came in handy with a spa treatment. We were informed at arrival, a relief to the person who made the reservation. It was an online reservation, and when we arrived, I was glad. 

We have been served well-done steak with a sophisticated French name that I can’t remember. Not to our preference, but the menu was beyond our control: a medium rare would have been better. We got paired with an Italian family that couldn’t even greet us in English. The closest we had to conservation were smiles and mutual appreciation of our entertainment: a drama club that was sensual in dance, the three pairs moved in discrete passion, birthing a solid euphoria. 

When I told my mother I was going to a resort, her first question was, “Are you sure you can afford it?” I said yes. “Hopefully, you can,” she spoke twice with immersed consideration. I just laughed and said goodbye. “Are you having a good time?” I ask with deep affection. “I am having an amazing time… Merry Christmas.”

©joeln