May your day be filled with ham, pastels and puncheon laced sorrel!
Parang and Santa Claus aside, I have had a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit.
I’ve tried… baked a ham… nope.
Listened to some good old Paramin parang… nope.
After an unfortunate childhood accident involving a Christmas tree branch stabbing me in the eye… MOTHER… I’ve never been fan of putting up my tree, but normally I try. This year no desire.
Currently my tree looks like it was decorated by a sugared up six-year-old boy, armed with a step ladder, and a vision… which is exactly what happened. There is no order, no consideration to ornament size or colour. Its brilliantly chaotic and oddly perfect.
It’s perfect because it was put together with such innocence and an unbreakable faith that Christmas is going to be amazing.
You see my son has been manifesting this wonderful Christmas Day for the last few weeks. He has his little countdown calendar, he has written 450 lists to Santa Claus, he has been singing Joy to the World nonstop, arranging and rearranging random decorations, and checking in on baby Jesus in the creche.
He has faith, faith that tomorrow morning will come with explosive excitement, faith that his Tita will have made him his favourite grape leaf at lunch #1, faith that his Pops will let him eat enormous amounts of chocolate at lunch #2, faith he’ll have an amazing time with his cousins, faith that the day will be the best one he has had all year.
And I have begun to think maybe that’s what I am missing, what a lot of us have been missing, faith.
Faith, that despite all the hardships we have faced this year, is what keeps us going.
It’s the belief that tomorrow will be better, that all our efforts will pay off, that things will fall into place.
It is easy to be weighed down by all the negativity around us, and my hope for all of us is that tomorrow we can, even for just for a millisecond, have a smidge of faith that things will be better, that next year will be better.
So this Christmas, I urge you all to channel your inner six-year-old, and have some faith and despite our hardships, to embrace the wonder of the day.
Faith for Christmas
MERRY Christmas ya filthy animals!
May your day be filled with ham, pastels and puncheon laced sorrel!
Parang and Santa Claus aside, I have had a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit.
I’ve tried… baked a ham… nope.
Listened to some good old Paramin parang… nope.
After an unfortunate childhood accident involving a Christmas tree branch stabbing me in the eye… MOTHER… I’ve never been fan of putting up my tree, but normally I try. This year no desire.
Currently my tree looks like it was decorated by a sugared up six-year-old boy, armed with a step ladder, and a vision… which is exactly what happened. There is no order, no consideration to ornament size or colour. Its brilliantly chaotic and oddly perfect.
It’s perfect because it was put together with such innocence and an unbreakable faith that Christmas is going to be amazing.
You see my son has been manifesting this wonderful Christmas Day for the last few weeks. He has his little countdown calendar, he has written 450 lists to Santa Claus, he has been singing Joy to the World nonstop, arranging and rearranging random decorations, and checking in on baby Jesus in the creche.
He has faith, faith that tomorrow morning will come with explosive excitement, faith that his Tita will have made him his favourite grape leaf at lunch #1, faith that his Pops will let him eat enormous amounts of chocolate at lunch #2, faith he’ll have an amazing time with his cousins, faith that the day will be the best one he has had all year.
And I have begun to think maybe that’s what I am missing, what a lot of us have been missing, faith.
Faith, that despite all the hardships we have faced this year, is what keeps us going.
It’s the belief that tomorrow will be better, that all our efforts will pay off, that things will fall into place.
It is easy to be weighed down by all the negativity around us, and my hope for all of us is that tomorrow we can, even for just for a millisecond, have a smidge of faith that things will be better, that next year will be better.
So this Christmas, I urge you all to channel your inner six-year-old, and have some faith and despite our hardships, to embrace the wonder of the day.
Merry Christmas to all, from my family to yours.