Christmas traditions.
I have this theory that I've been sharing with people the past couple of days, that Christmas is really only something you feel in awe of when you're really young, and then again, when you're really old. I'm not the Grinch and I like Christmas and the whole idea of it, but sometimes it's hard for me to work up excitement over things like gifts, and enormous amounts of food, and holiday songs.
I like the small things though. The cold weather and the pajama sets (cause Christmas usually means Baguio). The amazingly horrible Christmas songs we listen to in the mornings care of Lito Camo and his Sexbomb Dancers. The surprising repertoire of foods prepared, and the Christmas themed containers they come in. The way I suddenly know everything there is to know about any given local teleserye, because my mom, my granma and every other woman in the house (plus my dad and my granpa) have a teleserye watching club, unofficial but real. The panoramic view from my grandparents' bedroom, of all the houses in Baguio, crowded and cozy, slope after slope. The conversations my dad and my granpa have, which usually revolve around three to four main topics, the whole weekend. My granma's constant puttering around, always finding something to do. And then, Christmas celebrations with friends that doesn't really feel like a Christmas celebration with friends but more like, a Christmas celebration with family (probably helped by the cleaning up after)... And the fact that more than anything, it's a good break. A real break, not like sembreaks or summer breaks where you (or just I, fine) feel like you have to do all these things and look for jobs because being a bum is inexcusable and time's a-wasting.
Now, Christmas is the time to rest and enjoy the cold weather. Hopefully, my family likes the gifts I got them :)
from Craig Thompson's Blankets
I like the small things though. The cold weather and the pajama sets (cause Christmas usually means Baguio). The amazingly horrible Christmas songs we listen to in the mornings care of Lito Camo and his Sexbomb Dancers. The surprising repertoire of foods prepared, and the Christmas themed containers they come in. The way I suddenly know everything there is to know about any given local teleserye, because my mom, my granma and every other woman in the house (plus my dad and my granpa) have a teleserye watching club, unofficial but real. The panoramic view from my grandparents' bedroom, of all the houses in Baguio, crowded and cozy, slope after slope. The conversations my dad and my granpa have, which usually revolve around three to four main topics, the whole weekend. My granma's constant puttering around, always finding something to do. And then, Christmas celebrations with friends that doesn't really feel like a Christmas celebration with friends but more like, a Christmas celebration with family (probably helped by the cleaning up after)... And the fact that more than anything, it's a good break. A real break, not like sembreaks or summer breaks where you (or just I, fine) feel like you have to do all these things and look for jobs because being a bum is inexcusable and time's a-wasting.
Now, Christmas is the time to rest and enjoy the cold weather. Hopefully, my family likes the gifts I got them :)
from Craig Thompson's Blankets