It is raining this morning, maybe a damper for some, but a nostalgic December 24 for me. Somehow, the Christmas of my boyhood is associated with some rain and cool weather, the kind that would make us wear light sweaters. Quiet moments before Christmas bring back flashbacks of the most memorable I had experienced; truly, as someone had said, what comes back are just moments, yet they have such impact in our lives.
I never knew any Christmas but a Filipino Christmas. I see pictures of what Christmas can be elsewhere, I hear wonderful stories of Christmas in the snow, I watch movies about Christmases everywhere, but I know and am fulfilled with what we have – a Merry, Merry Filipino Christmas!