I’m a scrooge. I don’t particularly like Christmas season. Only because it heightens the fact that I’m usually alone. On normal days, I’m okay with it. But Christmas, well, there’s just something about it that it HAS to be with family, and you’re NOT supposed to be on your own. So my loneliest and most kawawa stories are usually Christmas-time and noche buena stories. Not that all my Christmases have been bad. The past two were pretty great. But the fact that the ones before that were downright crappy, is a memory that I haven’t been able to forget. Maybe I need a few more good times to counter the negative scrooge-like feelings for the supposed Merry season.
But for late, I couldn’t help it. I’ve been disliking Christmas songs over the radio and change stations right away (unless it’s a chipmunk or Southpark version – then it’s just funny), avoid the over-exaggerated malls as much as I can, bit off my colleagues’ choice of music a bit too many times already (it’s not YET Christmas - in my defense, it was still October then) and have already started saying to carolers “tawad!” in my most Scrooge-like way, hoping against hope that they bug me closer to the 25th, if at all.
I can’t hide for long. I know that. I have reasons to enjoy this season. My mom’s coming home (although she won’t make it to Christmas). Reg will be here too. So will JC, one of my good friends from college. Joco, is on her way home na rin. And of course, Kris is coming back from her one month business trip from US. I absolutely can’t wait. I’m excited. But they have their families too, and I won’t be spending Christmas with them also. So it’s not the same.
I need something else, and other reasons to cope.
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