Christmastime

I can already smell the yummy (!) putubumbongs and bibinkas all over the streets. Just yesterday, we were at the mall looking for some home stuffs at a hardware when I saw different Christmas trees with different eye-popping decors. I thought, Christmas is just the holiday which brought wide smiles to people's faces because then, everyone's ultimately happy -- and nobody aged a year (well, although birthdays are supposed to be really fun.. Christmases are way the happiest) It'll be just a days 'till Christmas, and I already have a scenario in my head as to how my Christmas would be: There would be me and my HS friends in Seton reunited.. Christmas party at my former school.. Family parties.. and so on. But what bugs me the most is that my Christmas would never be complete. Never. When I attended mass with my family yesterday, there was this old man who stood in front of me. I don't know but I was imagining some person out of him. That when he turns his back, it would have to be that person. Until my mom said that that man looked so similar to my grandfather. My grandfather died when I was about 2 or 3 years old. I know. There were a lot of pictures of us together, and a lot of stories behind those pictures added to my 'missing him'. Whenever I pass by kids, and even television commercials wherein children are playing with their grandparents.. I shed a tear. Almost every Christmas, I was wishing Tatay was here to celebrate with me. If so, everything will be complete. Simply everything.
And oh, even more than half of my cousins on my father's side is in the States already. How's that for a Christmas? Sad sad sad. But even though that's the case. I'm gonna make my Christmas the most wonderful one (Positivity, eh?). Well in this mixed emotions-filled world, we've got to balance things. Don't we?