Chestnuts roasting on an open fireJackfrost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by the choirs
And folks dressed up like Eskimo.
---The Christmas Song---
Feliz Navidad!!! Prospero Anu Felicidad!!!
Yuletide carols being sung by the choirs
And folks dressed up like Eskimo.
---The Christmas Song---
This will probably be my worst Christmas ever. I'm still not that emotionally prepared to face the reality that suddenly unfolded infront of me. I'm still in a sort of a traumatic shock and still can't believe (though I have to) that we're definitely facing a big financial crisis.
I grew up spending Christmas with gifts, goodies, and all the nice stuffs that you could possibly imagine in your frame of mind. I grew up with that intense kind of felicity everytime the yuletide season approaches the end of the year because I love the grandeour of it's celebration, I love everything about Christmas. But this time, there are no gifts, no stockings to hang on, no goodies, no grandeour celebrations, no sparkling lights, no tall Christmas tree... in short... nothing for Christmas. Its hard to accept the truth, but its harder to lie to your own self.
Yes, this Christmas is far different from the past Christmas-es we had, but it will always be the same season of celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. This Christmas reminds me of little Jesus born in Bethlehem. I realized that the very first Christmas in history was actually the worst Christmas indeed. Knowing the fact that Jesus was born only in a manger, no celebrations, no sparkling lights, no tall Christmas trees, no yuletide carols. But Jesus did not complain, neither Mary nor Joseph.
So, I don't have the right to complain about our raging life at this moment, for the truth revealed itself, that the real essence of Christmas is the birth of our Saviour Jesus Christ and not the mundane festivities.
I know I'll survive this Christmas, I know we will.
P.S. : ATTENTION: The BCC (Blue Christmas Club) is no longer existing and will never exist again. Neither do the founder wants to continue the services of the said organization.
I grew up spending Christmas with gifts, goodies, and all the nice stuffs that you could possibly imagine in your frame of mind. I grew up with that intense kind of felicity everytime the yuletide season approaches the end of the year because I love the grandeour of it's celebration, I love everything about Christmas. But this time, there are no gifts, no stockings to hang on, no goodies, no grandeour celebrations, no sparkling lights, no tall Christmas tree... in short... nothing for Christmas. Its hard to accept the truth, but its harder to lie to your own self.
Yes, this Christmas is far different from the past Christmas-es we had, but it will always be the same season of celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. This Christmas reminds me of little Jesus born in Bethlehem. I realized that the very first Christmas in history was actually the worst Christmas indeed. Knowing the fact that Jesus was born only in a manger, no celebrations, no sparkling lights, no tall Christmas trees, no yuletide carols. But Jesus did not complain, neither Mary nor Joseph.
So, I don't have the right to complain about our raging life at this moment, for the truth revealed itself, that the real essence of Christmas is the birth of our Saviour Jesus Christ and not the mundane festivities.
I know I'll survive this Christmas, I know we will.
P.S. : ATTENTION: The BCC (Blue Christmas Club) is no longer existing and will never exist again. Neither do the founder wants to continue the services of the said organization.
Feliz Navidad!!! Prospero Anu Felicidad!!!