Christmas is so overrated.
When I was little I used to love the little pretty lights, the choirs, misa de gallo, puto bumbong, carolings, and just every Filipino traditional Christmas season. In short, I USED to LOVE Christmas. I don’t know what happened but I just outgrew all this festive shit.
The enthusiasm every time everyone mentions it because it is that “important” to keep the Christmas spirit, especially for the little ones who are now just finding out who the big fat man with a white beard goes out on Christmas eve and gives gifts. When I found out he NEVER really exist, it was the beginning of I dunno puberty? How fucking embarrassing am I right? And it just hit me that, every word that I wrote to him every Christmas was read by my folks. That meant all the wishes, my puberty crushes, and embarrassing moments were witnessed by them which seems to me pretty shitty because, after that, I outgrew Santa, I for a fact stopped believing in Christmas.
It only makes up for it because we have a little one to spoil, a little one to joke around until she’s old enough to know that Saint Nick, never really exists in OUR eyes. Yup, the joys of being an older sister and entering her early 20s era. Maybe now that I’m older (still single haha) and wiser, it just died down the moment someone left us so soon but mostly a huge bombshell fell unto us saying that my sister needed a fucking surgery. Just fucking perfect, a day before Christmas.
Happy Fucking Holidays.
