Christmas is not only one day

Time and again, it saddens me how people take a different look on the holidays. It brings a different air when we drive around the urban and see a ton people on the sideways, carrying their children, roaming around the cars while there is the stop light. I don’t know, maybe it’s one scene that stops my pursuit of celebrating my own holiday, happier. I spare my heart to those people, but when I dig deeper.. I realize, that it’s also their fault. If only they had that ultimate goal of raising their lives, if only they had that strong belief of changing the dark direction ahead of them – putting light. Then maybe, no one would wind up that way, right? I do attend Misa de Gallos. It is my second time this year, and same that that goes, it is also my second time of failing to attend a day. But no, let’s not delve into that. I was surprised to see massive people trying to complete it. I am studying in Manila, and it would be really impossible to complete my masses here in Cavite since school days are still on for about a week. So I spent the first day here and the 5 days, in Manila. I’ve got nothing against the church in Manila, but I do suppose, it’s better to attend my Simbang Gabis here in Cavite than there. In Cavite, you would really feel the air of the season.. Everybody’s really happy. Complete. Nothing can ever match the happiness of attending. The choir is like an angel singing at the top of their voices, the priest really feels his homilies – he was unlike any, he talks to reach out to the hearts of the people and not like the other priests who just stands there merely to deliver it. You can really see the difference between the two. The responsorial psalm is being sung, so there’s the catch. You really are going to look forward to it. The people, all though are merely strangers to one another, feels like not until you reach the ninth day. I could say that waking up in the morning, pretty early as 2:30am, and going to church at 3:00, mass starts at 4 – is never, NEVER, hard to keep up with. You can see the altar where it depicts the whole Nativity scene, is one big hit you don’t want to miss. And here comes the guy. During the first day, I was really into it. Expecting for something I don’t even know. It’s like stuttering in all the clutter in my head. It’s like something’s gonna happen, big time. Sparks fly as he pass by, I suddenly sported that wide smile. No, he doesn’t know me. Neither do I. But it’s something bedazzling. A sight so regretful not to see. The blissful derange, apart from that giddy feeling inside. But that’s enough about him, this blog is supposed to be about my Chrimmies (okay, that’s my colloquial term for the season.)! All I know is that he’s the son of an past mayor in our suburb. On the 24^th, there’s the traditional parade and bands marching, floats portraying every scene before the birth of Jesus. It was really a view to behold. It’s the adrenalin rush of Christmas shopping; the creativity of the hands in Christmas wrapping; the redness of the hearts of all the world’s lovers; joy of noche buena; it’s the glow in the people’s eyes; it’s the fun acts; the delight in giving – and receiving – and opening (!); the belief that there would be an old man dressed in red – riding in his slay and gifts you your wish; it’s the season where hearts collide; it’s the whole package celebration nobody wouldn’t want to come to an end. It’s the only season where you greet all the people you see, be it they may be strangers. It’s the season which surely puts that wide smile all over their faces. Young or Old, all is in the right mood. It is the only season celebrated the whole month through, ONE where people are celebrating without getting a year older, and that the whole world is suddenly, united as one. I wish it is everyday Christmas. There may not be our very own snow, there may not be the uproariously freezing air, but so long as everyone is on the table, and complete.. Everyone is merely happy. I, am simply, happy. And I would never trade the whole of it.