102. It was strange that I had my first very lonely Christmas. In spite of the food, family and gifts, somehow I just felt incomplete. And I've never had a less exuberant celebration before. So this is what is meant by a blue Christmas. Along with the usual cliches of 'food just loses it's taste', 'colors just seem so dull', is my very own 'I wish one of the boxes of gifts contained you'. How great would that be to have you pop out to give me a kiss? I swear, at Christmas break, my lips got so dry from missing you. Thank God for text messaging then. Then at midnight, you called me from the landline of your grandmother's house and greeted me. My ears practically burned from holding the phone too close just to hear your voice. I didn't want to put down the phone since it was actually the first time you called in this manner. As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. I guess that holds true for our relationship especially on holidays without you. Your family doesn't make a big celebration out of Christmas unlike my own wherein all members of the family strive to come home and our house becomes somewhat noisy. I recall that you've even said that you rarely celebrate or have gift-giving since you reserve all that festivity for New Year. I guess it is practical but I've never known a Christmas without gifts before. There always were, no matter how simple it was. It dawned on me then that I didn't care to receive gifts or not. What mattered was that we were together as a family and that I had your love. Nothing was more important than that. I may not have everything I wanted, but I did have what I needed. And that was love. And that kind of commodity is priceless.
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