I love the feeling of Christmas — or dare I say, loved. I used to be super excited around the ber months because I know that means that the biggest holiday season of the year is just around the corner. I used to love the smell of Christmas, the feel of Christmas, and basically everything about Christmas.
But as I got older, my love for this season dwindled bit by bit. And eventually, it just died a slow death.
It’s not even about no longer being a kid and instead being the person that’s giving the presents to the youngsters. Because trust me, I still do get tons of gifts even if I’m pushing 30 in just a couple of years (oh the thought is horrific). Oh hell, I still actually get monetary presents (or in the Filipino terminology, what we call, aguinaldo) even if my ass is already a capable, working adult.
Yesterday, I tried watching Christmas movies to get me into the holiday spirit. But it didn’t help — not even by a bit.
I was browsing my Facebook feed and all I could see were family photos of friends wishing everyone a happy holiday or a merry Christmas and all I could think about was “shit, Imma be back at work in just 2 days and I’m not ready for that kind of stress in my life”.
Oh, I don’t know.
This Christmas season was just lonely and disappointing. My only consolation was the fact that my girlfriend was here to “celebrate” the holidays with me. Otherwise, I would have been completely alone.
It surely is the most wonderful time of the year, ain’t it?