Most of the people say that Christmas season is the best each year. It brings family closer than ever. Lets you bond by spending time with them. People do caroling outside your house. You see people going to church with their family, buying gifts in stores and waiting for Christmas Eve.
Every December, my family in the mother’s side would go to
our grandparent’s house and celebrate Christmas together. This was the time of
the year where we get to see our grandparents and relatives. We would chat all
day and night about how life was in the past months. The older ones would play mah-jong
or cards for fun. The young ones would roam around the city or do standby at
the beach. A day before Christmas we would all be very busy, our aunties and
uncles would plan on what food they would serve at Christmas Eve. Some of us
would do the marketing and mostly some of us would find a good opportunity to
buy gifts for our “manitos or manitas”. At Christmas Eve, we would go to church
altogether, roam around the city plaza wherein it was decorated with colorful lights.
Each tree no matter what the sizes were it was also decorated. It was so
magical, satisfying in the eyes and was weirdly comforting for me due to the
fact that my family and relatives was watching with me. We went home after and ate;
we were all famished with the sightseeing. We played games and finally gave the
gift to our “manitos or manitas”. This became a family tradition until the time
when both of my grandparents died.
This memory of my time with my grandparents spending Christmas
was the one which is always alive and well in my mind. It has taught me many
things, like how to be strong and wise in times of crisis, anytime someone whom
you love will perish and this connects to the others in which that when you’re
with your loved ones cherish every moment you have with them and love them
unconditionally.
