A Happy Christmas To You

A year ago, after days of a dreadful quarantine, I was finally able to enjoy Christmas day with my curls and newly acquired fat stored down in my limbs.

I guess if celebrating the season meant being in an atmosphere of happiness and merriment; relatives dancing to touch by touch and munching on litson, then I must say, Christmas is just an excuse for us to be happy.

Is being happy considered bad? 

As I age, I've come to realize little by little, that Christmas has become a mechanical date where we become so caught up in trying to be happy. 

And we die trying every year. 

And we do things; buy presents, kiss our salaries goodbye because it's the only way we can finally get through our minds that have been bamboozled by countless days of working.

But then you think, what is it about? 

Fumbling among the sheets while my eyes are half-open, I thought of Christmas, and what it is, and why do I need to dress up, and now I realize it's not about me or what I feel. 

For years I've been set up to think that what I ought to feel during this season is important, now an epiphany: it's all about my Savior Jesus Christ, how 'bout that?

At this point, I gotta stick to the reality that whatever the weather, whether it may be a bother or a burst of laughter, all that matters is that every little thing belongs to Christ.

Now here's a song from Thom Yorke:

Free in the knowledge

That one day this will end

Free in the knowledge

Everything is change

And this is just a bad moment

We are fumbling around

We won’t get caught like that

Soldiers on our backs

We won’t get caught like that

Face using fear

Try to keep control

But when we get together

Well then, who knows

Free in the knowledge

That one day this will end

Free in the knowledge

Everything is change

And this is just a bad moment

We are fumbling around

We won’t get caught like that

Soldiers on our backs

We won’t get caught like that

Face using fear

Try to keep control

But when we get together

Well then, who knows

And this is just a bad moment

We are fumbling around

We won’t get caught like that

Soldiers on our backs

We won’t get caught like that

I talk to the face in the mirror

But he can't get through

I said it's time that you deliver

'Cause we see through you

I talk to the face in the mirror

But he can't get through

Turns out we’re in this together

Both me and you