As a child, I believed in Santa Claus. I remember sacrificing sleep to finish my wish lists on cold December nights. Christmas songs kept returning me to the question: "Which gift will be the most desired this Christmas?"

I could still fill hundreds of pages with wishes. But as I grow up, my wish list changes. Now there are no things in it. With age comes the realization that the material does not satisfy the cherished desires of the heart. Hearts strive for love. But it cannot be received in a gift bag with a Christmas ornament or in colored wrapping paper. Love comes from loved ones and depends on our perception.

This Christmas I promise myself to love. I want to give more and more love to others. Moreover, I promise to love myself. It's hard to look for love when you can't find it inside.

These New Year's holidays, I don't need fancy gifts in shiny packaging. I need to feel love. That's all on my wish list and nothing else. I think my loved ones know me and understand what kind of love I'm looking for. I value impressions more than things. As long as I'm not bored, a gift hidden under a beautiful wrapper doesn't matter. Many of us prefer from year to year to seek solace in the material world, in gifts under the Christmas tree. Only a few will choose a less hackneyed path. Of course, you will have to go towards the unknown, but in return you can get a lot more. We discover what life has prepared for us, get what is meant for us, and follow the dream.

Do our dreams coincide?