My favorite time of the year is the most wonderful time of the year.
Since I was a kid, I’m sure as with most of us, I have always cherished every memory of Christmas spent with my parents, brothers, lolos and lolas, titos and titas, cousins, and friends. It has always been a tradition at home to have everyone gather around the table for Noche Buena. Tatay makes absolutely sure we were complete when the clock strikes midnight. Nanay would wake us up and have us prep ourselves and get bedecked in our new garb and be ready to ring in what was always the happiest time for the family.
It has been a while now since we were last complete for Christmas. But I know in my heart, in spirit we are celebrating the jolliest of seasons together. Complete or not – as long as the family is happy – that is what matters.
Those memories. They will always live with me.
Recently, as I walked the streets of Singapore – the shopping malls, the theme parks- all adorned in the gayest, sparkliest, most colorful, most glittery embellishments and trimmings..
Those memories, happy memories, all came aflooding back.
And I was 8 years old again.
“The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.” ~Burton Hillis