There are few things in the world that get my attention these days, and the holidays, don’t attract me any more than they did when I was five.
I spent Christmas eve and the first few hours of Christmas day at work. So me and my colleagues were mocking ourselves by setting a stopwatch in the computer and counting down to the official start of Christmas day. As soon as the computer clocks struck 12, people began greeting each other ‘Merry Christmas’ in a manner like strangers greet ‘Peace be with you’ in church. Some tears were shed for those who missed their families. I was laughing through the cheekiness of it all, but I thought it was amazing. Some people actually feel it that much, huh?
My colleagues brought food and we stuffed ourselves with pasta, doughnuts, brownies and coffee. It was refreshing to share Noche Buena with people I don’t know and who don’t know me as well. Somehow, we were not kidding ourselves.
Merry Christmas.
Holidays seem to mean less and less now that I’m getting older.
Posted by kimmy at January 20, 2009, 6:00 pm
Ahh. I’ve been there once before. I teared up a little. I hate Christmas, so I love to be home then, where I can be all emo alone.
But hey, hey, holiday payyyy. Hahaha.
Posted by Jewel at December 28, 2008, 12:21 pm