Why? Because my mom and dad have this charade every year. Dad tells mom that he doesn't have a gift for her and mom has one for him and he feels bad cause he doesn't have one. Then he harps and harps and harps and harps some more about how he wasn't able to buy her one. It goes on and on like a broken record and finally after all the gifts have been opened, he pulls it out. Mom feigns surprise each and every year and we bear through it with our lips tightly sealed as we might tell mom our little secret.
So Christmas was somewhat the same again this year. We have mass at our grandmother's church and we eat dinner there and open our gifts there and then come home and open our gifts here. Merry Christmas.
I'm not complaining, I guess it's just the same thing every single year. Except that in two days, PB will be leaving. It's sad, but it's the reality. I've got to write two more essays and send it in by Monday so that should keep me occupied. Still, Christmas this year was a tad quicker.
There was no countdown. There was no anticipation. There was just watching the clock tick till twelve. Apparently, the clock in my grandma's house is ten minutes advanced according to DOST.
I don't even look forward too much to opening presents anymore, but I'm not complaining because those red envelopes are always good news. Don't get me wrong though, I still enjoy it. Being with my family is probably the coolest part. Despite the fact that my dad is looking over my shoulder and being his sensitive self to my equally moody persona, everything is as normal as pie.
Speaking of pie, I remember the apple pie my mom slaved away for in the kitchen. I didn't pig out much during dinner, so I think I have the right to a little midnight snack. The chocolate cake is sounding very tempting right now.
And just for the record, I finally completed the Simbang Gabi novena. Nine days of prayer. A bit unnatural from me, but hey, it's Christmas.
So here's to Christmas 2004. Just 365 days till the next jolliest time of the year.