24/12/2021
Something About Christmas
Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. It brings people together โ friends, families, couples, strangers, and even those who consider each other โenemiesโ for life. Itโs probably one of the few remarkable holidays when love is both felt and seen in every place and in every way. This is probably the reason why Christmas day is warmer than any ordinary day. We just couldnโt hide the feeling of joy whenever weโre with our people. Well, at least thatโs how I think it is for me.
People of different lives from all over the world are patiently counting the days before Christmas. Who wouldnโt be? Itโs when Jesus Christ, our savior, came to life, started to change the world, corrected our mistakes, and the rest of the story then became our great history.
So, how do people celebrate Christmas day? I HAVE NO IDEA. Crazy me, right? Well, hereโs the truth. We all have our own ways of celebrating events, and thereโs no difference when it comes to celebrating Christmas. Now you know! This is the kind of question that only you, my dear friend, has the absolute power to answer. It is your story to tell. Then why am I writing this? Whatโs my point in writing this if Iโm the one who just told you that celebrating Christmas is your own story to tell, right?
My answer is simple. It is because Iโm about to share with you MY story of celebrating Christmas. Youโre excited! I know that. Thatโs how people are โ always anticipating to hear some stories about other peopleโs lives. Just KIDDING! I donโt care if youโre excited or not. I will still be sharing my story, and I am doing it now.
Like I said, we all have our own unique ways of celebrating Christmas. Most of us are all about families gathering together at a cozy home โ in one table, eating and laughing together while reminiscing some of the old good days. Oh, and there are also kids everywhere inside the house โ playing together like theyโre not strangers to each other. Some people celebrate with their friends who are all away from their respected families. They spend their time by doing their thing โ shopping, traveling, going to resorts or beaches, or just simply staying at oneโs place and talk about stuffs until they realize that Christmas is already over. Same situation goes for couples as well. Or maybe not. Well, you canโt blame me. I have no idea how to have a โCOUPLE THINGโ because never have I ever been into one. And then there are those people who prefers to be alone during Christmas. Well, yes, theyโre alone, but clearly, I donโt mean that theyโre lonely. They have a family, and they have friends. But probably, they just simply prefer their own company. Believe me, itโs one of the courageous things that we can do for ourselves. The only problem is that we lack courage itself.
So now, in which of these groups do I belong? Well, I actually belong to all of them minus the couple thing. So, I guess that makes it three of these groups.
I often celebrate Christmas with my family. Then there were times when some friends would usually call me to come over to their house and celebrate with them. Well, who am I to turn down those invites, right? I bet thatโs how it is with you, too. And I wonโt deny that there came the time when I was with my family, but I chose to be alone โ staying in my room and enjoying doing my own thing, while others out there are counting the time left before Christmas.
The thing is that December 25th is more than just Christmas to me. Itโs my grandmotherโs birthday. Sheโs one of the few people on my list whom I donโt want to lose. But it just so happens that there are some things in life that we cannot win over all the time. It was last year when the second Christmas without her came. It was the first anniversary. So then, why is it the second Christmas already? You'll find it out as we go on with the story. Now, thatโs the time when I chose to be alone in my room and minded my own company.
As I lay down on the floor, I came to remember just how good the old days are. I remember my grandmotherโs house where we used to live and happen to grow as years went by. I remember playing with my cousins whom I have just met again after a long time. And of course, I remember hanging our socks, hoping that โSANTAโ would fill them. Well, I already knew at the time that itโs just our parents who would do the โfillingโ job. The highlight of my reminiscing lies on the part where I remember seeing my grandmother walking strong, talking brightly, and just simply living a good life. For over a decade of my life, she was always there, helping me to grow until I learn how to walk on my own. She was happy, but I did not take the time to embrace that happiness with her back then.
So, Christmas with my grandmother? Well, sheโs always the highlight of the celebration. Iโd never doubt that. She is the life of the party for me, and the rest of us probably think of her that way as well. As I have said, Christmas brings most families together, right? Well, thatโs how it was for our family. No, itโs not a grand reunion. Itโs just a simple gathering of families who each came from a long trip, taking different routes in life. Similar to Christmas itself, my grandmother was the one who always brings us all together. Sheโs the one who makes each family stop for a while from their never-ending trip. Then when weโre all gathered, sheโs the one who makes us move closer together. Then as time passes by, everyone has already forgotten about their trips. Thatโs when we started to felt the warmth of being together. By then, my grandmother was still there, sitting, looking at us, watching how wonderful her family has become. At the same time, sheโs probably thinking how great it would be if only she can walk or talk and dance with her grandchildren even if thereโs no music playing at all โ just the hands clapping, our loud laughs, and maybe some smooth strum from a guitar.
I bet you already have an idea about my grandmotherโs whereabouts right now. Well, I donโt exactly know about your idea, but letโs just say that YOUโRE RIGHT about that. Sheโs gone. She already left her family, just like that. But let me clear things out. Itโs not Christmas when she died. Itโs few days before Christmas last, last year. Thatโs what makes last yearโs Christmas the second celebration without her. Now you probably know how very cold it was on that particular Christmas. And how last year had gotten colder. Nevertheless, she remains alive to me, and thatโs how it will be for the next five or more decades of my life.
My grandmother was a wonderful person. Sheโs the most humane person Iโve met so far. Maybe sheโs gone, but our memory of her will always be wonderfully warm and bright as the sunrise. Iโm always grateful for everything that she had done for me. I loved her, and I still do. Maybe this is the kind of love that will forever remain. Maybe the day will come when I no longer remember any memories I had with her. But hereโs the thing, as long as I remember her face and her smile, Iโm honestly good with that because she is all I need to remember. Besides, memories never get lost. Theyโre just somewhere inside our minds, and one day theyโll just come around.
So, how exactly do I celebrate Christmas? Crazy me again, right? Itโs like Iโve told you everything about my grandmother and all, but I didnโt exactly tell you how I really celebrate the day.
Well, hereโs my truth about celebrating Christmas. My truth is, I HAVE NO IDEA about my own way of celebrating Christmas. So, whatโs the difference from my answer earlier? The difference is that this time, I am answering the question for myself, not for the people, not for you. I simply welcome Christmas with family, or with my friends, or with myself. Now that Iโve just said that, I think it's a better fit if I would say that I celebrate Christmas with the people in my life, regardless of how I am related to them. But since there are some changes now that my grandmotherโs not around anymore, Iโm still figuring it out. Maybe some of us in our family, if not all, are figuring something out, too.
I honestly donโt know how Christmas would turn out for me in the coming years. I havenโt got any clues at all. The only thing that Iโm sure of is that Christmas will forever remind me of my grandmother. But that is fine. Why so? Well, because remembering her is, undoubtingly, the best gift that I could ever have. Iโm going to miss her โ today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and in the other coming days, most certainly, on Christmas.
So, I guess this is where my Christmas story ends. Well, not the whole story of my life, of course. I still have a lot of unread chapters left in my book. Anyways, since this is where it all ends, I believe somebody has to take the spot. YOU have to take the spot. Donโt worry. People will love your story. And even if they donโt, donโt let that stop you or drown you. It is your story. Itโs not theirs. So, WRITE IT OUT!
All these being said and done, I now left this one good question to you, my dear friend. How do you celebrate Christmas day?
Truly,
The Noisy Pen