The Beginning Of Christmas
For most of us, Christmas is centered on family gatherings, on giving as well as receiving gifts and the much awaited visit by Santa with his presents. But there is another big event happening on this day.
Christians gather all over the world to witness and celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, son of God. Yes, it does sound deep and that it’s based on faith and religion. I respect the fact that not everyone shares them or even feel comfortable talking about them. We have our own personal and unique beliefs that centers on the religion we were born with or chose to follow. Some beliefs may not even be related to religion at all but on a heritage and legacy handed down to us by our parents or the community that we grew up with.
As far as I can remember, the birth of Jesus in the manger is the beginning of Christmas. A birth that will be a symbol of light and hope, even salvation to a world threatened by darkness.
When I was younger, my parents used to bring me and my siblings to attend the midnight mass followed by a feast of food and the opening of our much awaited gifts. It was a family tradition that we cherished and valued through the years. Somehow I lost that when I left my country.
For the past few years, I’m slowly trying to renew those Christmas traditions that made me so happy as a child. I have my own family now. It may just be made up of 3 hopeful people, nevertheless it’s a family that cares for each other. Best of all, it’s my very own and with that thought in mind, I’m making my very own revised Christmas tradition. It is simple with imperfections but I think it has the potential to become a well celebrated Christmas tradition in the years to come.
On Christmas day, I shared that same story and faith with my son as we went to church to celebrate the Birthday of the newborn Jesus. After the church service we headed to the altar, greeted him with a kiss and a short prayer. It was beautiful.
Santa Came And Ate The Cookie
My son still half asleep walked out of his bedroom and headed to our living room. He checked the cookie and milk he left for Santa on the table. He raised up the cookie and asked us, “Who ate this cookie?” We told him it was Santa. He then said, “where’s Santa?” We told him Santa left in a hurry after dropping off his presents. He had this question on his face that says, “Really?” So I explained further, “Santa went through the chimney last night while you were sleeping but had to leave because he still needs to deliver the gifts of the other kids who wrote to him this Christmas.” Satisfied with our explanation, he headed excitedly to the red sack Santa left for him.
There are no words to describe the happiness and excitement that a child feels when he unwrap his presents. What they feel in that very moment is so transparent that their face glows in delight.
I helped my son fix his NERF vest. It was too big for him that it kept on falling. I ended up tying almost half of its length. He was running around in joy pretending to be an Army soldier.
He cheered and blurted out, “Yehey, It’s a Beyblade!” Part of his wish list was a Beyblade top spinner. We’ve yet to assemble the pieces. For a top spinner, it’s complicated. I remember that back then it was just a one piece top made of wood or plastic. No brainer. Now it requires an instruction manual. Are they kidding me? Got this expression from my son.
Time to assemble the most favorite toy of the season, the Lego Star Wars spaceship. Just looking at the countless pieces, I got dizzy. My son carefully laid them out on the carpeted floor and proceeded with the manual instructions. He was determined to finish it that morning.
An hour later, he called me crying in frustration, “Dad, the pieces keeps on moving that I had to break them and start all over.” I asked him why he had to start all over again. He just said, ” I had to start from the beginning so I can fix it.” And so he did.
Another hour passed, he called me again crying looking more frustrated. This time the sobs were louder. I just held him and said, “It’s okay. We’ll help you out.” After a few minutes of comforting. He mellowed down. We ended up playing with the Dominos before I slept.
Halfway through my sleep, my son entered my room. He sounded sad. He said, “We tried again with the Lego Star Wars but it didn’t work. I placed my arms around his shoulder and assured him that it’ll be okay. That we will keep trying till we build it right. He quietly nodded his head in agreement. He slept close to me covered in his warm blanket. The last thing I remembered, he woke me up saying, “Dad, time to wake up. Time to go to work.”
Before I went down the stairs, I turned on the Christmas tree lights. As I gazed upon it, I silently told myself while listening to my son’s laughter, “It is Christmas.”
How was your Christmas day?
A blessed Christmas to all. May your days be merry and bright.
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