Joshua

And yes! Finally it's Christmas! Well I'm not really certain if I am to join those who jump about for this great news. I know that we are to be happy, but I just can't bring myself to feel that kind of joy. People use Christmas as their scapegoat to eat and drink well, and their alibi to shop their pockets off. I also feel so heavy inside whenever I see them with that stout old man in a white-collared red jumpsuit. They completely forgot just for who the celebration is.

As for our house, I have no idea why, but we're not that intact. We may share the same house during the vacation but they don't approach with me that much and so do I. This happens every now and then. I'm not trying to miss the fun. I think it's because we spend most of our days being far apart and not establishing good communication at all so when we finally get to talk, the only time we can talk, awkwardness comes first. Fortunately, I made my move this year. The effect was feeble, but at least, it helps. One step at a time right? It was a simple celebration. We just had some noodles and grills and viola! There you have it and afterwards, we had an anime marathon, as you most expect from me. We didn't even bother to attend a single mass, not even the Misa de Gallo.

But wait, there's more. Actually, what I'm about to type here is what made my Christmas worth remembering. It's about the SMS that my friends sent me. They may be simple but they meant a lot to me. They made me very happy, for they let me know that I'm not alone. I'm not the only one who feels lonely. They may be far away that night but I felt that they were close to me, close to my heart.

One's happiness cannot be determined by riches, galore or visible things. It may be unsophisticated but unique. Or it may be just that someone behind you, always there ready to catch you, ready to push you when everything is broken and waiting for you to notice. I have just proven it, that gifts don't always come in packages. And I feel so lucky that I have them.