This year’s Christmas is the best of all, since that first one when I stopped being thrilled over big boxes under the lighted Christmas tree; when I stopped skipping from house to house with a tiny Disney bag across my body that matched up with my holiday dress, which I aimed to load up with brittle bills; and when people stopped being crazy about me as a little kid.
So really, Christmases are for kids only.
I stopped looking forward to the Christmas day since I am no longer getting cash or even a package from the elders. Plus, wearing brand news from head to foot is no longer necessary since shopping for new wardrobe is something I do weekly, and dressing up is a daily act.
But then, this year’s Christmas is certainly worth remembering, aside of course from the fact that I am this holiday’s dishwasher (since our helper sailed back to Mindanao and will be back next year) and babysitter (since my two nephews’ yayas had just left for their texmates-boyfriends).
Prior to this year’s, after Noche Buena at around 10 pm, we were dumped under our sheets already. But this Christmas is a little twisted, the good kind of twisted.
We attended the Mass at 7pm so the little kids would not doze off. We then had the traditional Noche Buena at our house with the whole family, with my siblings’ own families. We drank wine. We sang and danced the night away. We opened gifts. We took a lot of pictures. We were just laughing and sighing while waiting for the ticking of the clock that would declare that it was Christmas day already.
Christmases are for kids only.
Let me modify that, letting the words Christmases and kids stay in the sentence.
Kids make Christmases real Christmases. I thank my four nephews, our four little angels for bringing back the Christmas spirit, for bringing our family closer.
So really, Christmases are for kids only.
I stopped looking forward to the Christmas day since I am no longer getting cash or even a package from the elders. Plus, wearing brand news from head to foot is no longer necessary since shopping for new wardrobe is something I do weekly, and dressing up is a daily act.
But then, this year’s Christmas is certainly worth remembering, aside of course from the fact that I am this holiday’s dishwasher (since our helper sailed back to Mindanao and will be back next year) and babysitter (since my two nephews’ yayas had just left for their texmates-boyfriends).
Prior to this year’s, after Noche Buena at around 10 pm, we were dumped under our sheets already. But this Christmas is a little twisted, the good kind of twisted.
We attended the Mass at 7pm so the little kids would not doze off. We then had the traditional Noche Buena at our house with the whole family, with my siblings’ own families. We drank wine. We sang and danced the night away. We opened gifts. We took a lot of pictures. We were just laughing and sighing while waiting for the ticking of the clock that would declare that it was Christmas day already.
Christmases are for kids only.
Let me modify that, letting the words Christmases and kids stay in the sentence.
Kids make Christmases real Christmases. I thank my four nephews, our four little angels for bringing back the Christmas spirit, for bringing our family closer.
my brother's kids, Jm and Baby Rhon
my sister's Kuya Mylo
my sister's Baby Xavier
And I thank God for blessing me with a wonderful family.
Happy Christmas everyone;)
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