christmas and my old soul

It is during Christmas when I experience temporary clarity and elation. Yes, elation. And you're probably going to say...'After all the quasi-poignant-bordering-on-schizophrenic posts? You are either seriously mental OR doing some psywar experiment!' Uhm, 80.5% mental, 15% psywar and 0.5% hungry. Going back to 'elation'...it's the whole cocktail of festive food, good apparel, reconnections, giving, cool climes and holiday tunes that leads to a feeling that is asymptotic to elation. Again, I would like to emphasize the inherent limitation of language when it comes to transforming abstract constructs into empirical, existential, tangible, generally comprehensible facts. Elation. Nostalgia. Slothful reminiscing. Contentment? Gleeful? Full. A prelude to happiness. Or the prelude to the prelude to happiness. Hmm.