Twelve midnight came like usual. My daughter entered into our room, a few minutes before the eve, while I was preparing for work. I thought that she was going to ask me if I shall be donned in red or green as she said was Christmas colors, instead the idea of Santa brush off her mind. She said to me convincingly that I am the real one who puts candies and chocolates on their socks when the clocks strikes at twelve. I smiled casually to her and assured her that there is a Santa riding a sleigh and quickly drops off these goodies. I wanted to ask her how she came up with that inkling, but elaborating it more might lead me to spilling the bean untimely. In time she will find it out her way too. A hug and a kiss made her feel contented. I put on her dress and she left. Downstairs the whole family was busy fixing the food. After the greetings and gifts, we ate together.
There was a little banquet attended by my husband’s kins and close friends and we were not there. The reluctance between us just poured in as if water surfacing amidst the stormy sea. It might appear to them that we are party poopers trying to catch their attention, but we are not. Sometimes things just cannot be ignored for the sake of one day event. We walked out of the compound with the Christmas lights glowed like stardust sprinkled around us.Before I become tear jerky, I hailed a cab for work.
As I walk the aisle, my reps greeted me warmly, and returned a warmer greetings and a warmer smile. Sadly that was all that I could give. A famous restaurant served the Noche Buena and I cannot say anything tasty about the food served. We are not trying to be unthankful with what the company has provided. The food was unsavory. We were served with spaghetti tossed with i-dunno-know tomato, fried chicken with honey mustard sauce which made it taste better, toasted bread hard as a frozen delight, and anyway my reps said that the best part was the brownies….tastes like crinkles.Anyway, we had our little exchange gifts. It was a wrong idea that we have to be specific on what we wanted to receive. I felt that it defeats the thought of surprise knowing that we already know what we were going to receive…charge to experience.
Later in the afternoon, I spent time with my parents and sister and daughters..and at home. The entire day was ok even if I only had two hours of sleep to stand work and Christmas. It went like people had to only let it pass for kids…and for the adults to give way for alcohol to sink in their bulging stomach.Moreover, I was delighted to see that my daughters loved the toys we bought for them. I guess, our inclination to look forward about these type of events becomes less of what is wrapped in the box but more on the real spirit of it. Unfortunately, I’m only referring to a few who are not as meaningful as others are..in the end….they are gonna say that’s all folks….
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