I will never ever forget the feeling of having spent Christmas away from home. Last year, at Christmas, I was in the middle of the east, exhausting most of my energy spending time with people who are around, just to get my mind off the loneliness of being away from home.
Today, I am here, savoring every time spent inside the comforts of my home, with mom, with apple, with sunshine, and with the rest of my friends -- effortless.
Maybe its true, that you can only appreciate something more if you were given a chance to live without it. Heavens answered my prayers, and my heart shouts out with bliss.
Last night, on the way to mass, I asked my sister, Do you smell Christmas?
Because I do. I don't know if it sounds weird, but the scent of Christmas has always been different for me. Maybe its the cold air, or the sound of laughters, or the different aura of most people around. It is crisp, the coldness brings warmth, and the pureness of scent is a combination of melancholy and peace. It is something I might never be able to describe in my lifetime, but something that will never cease to amaze me. The scent of Christmas. Nostalgic.
Christmas is subjective for most people. For people who are hurting, today is when you "rub" it in. For people who are away, today is a challenge on how to just make it ordinary. For some, this is just another ordinary day with people trying hard to make it extraordinary.
But for me, Christmas will always be my most favorite time of the year. Hurting or not, Away or home, Christmas will always be a raw and tangible chance for remembering and counting the blessings. Thank God for Christmas, hope becomes alive for most people.
Celebrate this day. On hope, on faith, on love and on sharing.
Today, I am here, savoring every time spent inside the comforts of my home, with mom, with apple, with sunshine, and with the rest of my friends -- effortless.
Maybe its true, that you can only appreciate something more if you were given a chance to live without it. Heavens answered my prayers, and my heart shouts out with bliss.
Last night, on the way to mass, I asked my sister, Do you smell Christmas?
Because I do. I don't know if it sounds weird, but the scent of Christmas has always been different for me. Maybe its the cold air, or the sound of laughters, or the different aura of most people around. It is crisp, the coldness brings warmth, and the pureness of scent is a combination of melancholy and peace. It is something I might never be able to describe in my lifetime, but something that will never cease to amaze me. The scent of Christmas. Nostalgic.
Christmas is subjective for most people. For people who are hurting, today is when you "rub" it in. For people who are away, today is a challenge on how to just make it ordinary. For some, this is just another ordinary day with people trying hard to make it extraordinary.
But for me, Christmas will always be my most favorite time of the year. Hurting or not, Away or home, Christmas will always be a raw and tangible chance for remembering and counting the blessings. Thank God for Christmas, hope becomes alive for most people.
Celebrate this day. On hope, on faith, on love and on sharing.
::reposted. original posting @ 12/25/08
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