The sound of Christmas music on the radio; the aroma of bibingka paskwa and tinubongs being sold around town; the flickering lights and well-wrapped gifts below the Christmas tree; and most especially, traditional Filipino parols hung outside almost every Filipino abode, shining throughout the night. Without these things, the Christmas season would definitely be incomplete. This year, my Christmas was different than those I had experienced a year and a half ago.
Waking up to the tune of classic Christmas hits like Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas is You and Ryan Cayabyab's Kumukuti-kutitap, it warms my heart to feel the spirit of Christmas in our hearts again. It flashes back all the memories I had when I was a child, happily opening the presents given by my godparents. This year, I celebrated the Yuletide season with my family in Sinait. We wanted to try and experience how Christmas would be with our grandmother beside us. Before the clock struck 12, I was watching several Netflix films with my siblings, helping my mother prepare our Noche Buena for this year, and sleeping exhausted from traveling from Vigan to Sinait. I was in deep sleep when my mother woke me up, reminding me of the time, and I instantly jumped out of bed and got out of the room to wait for the countdown. When the clock stroked past 12, I happily ate the delights that we had prepared, and I suddenly thought that something was missing. The sound of fireworks in our abode back in Vigan was nowhere to be heard. Of course, it felt strange at first, but that feeling was swayed by the happiness I felt because I had celebrated Christmas with my grandparents. With the love and joy we had shared with each other, that was enough to make my Christmas memorable and complete.
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