The Philippines purportedly has the longest Christmas season which officially begins during the first “ber” month: September. Christmas carols start playing on the radio, and Christmas decor start popping up in storefronts, and soon, in the streets and building facades all over. That’s something I truly miss about home. This goes on way past New Year’s with the Feast of the Three Kings on the first Sunday of the year following January 1st.
While there are festivities and decorations here in New York, they are very neutral and muted compared to the “Christmas everywhere” feel back home. First, not everyone celebrates Christmas here in New York — and with everyone trying to be politically correct about holidays and other sensitivities, the attempt at being festive falls short unlike back in Manila.
I am looking forward to a different kind of Christmas this year, although I am almost wary of making definite plans that far. I am waiting on a life event that is still hanging in the balance to date, and until that comes to pass, everything remains a hope. I had promised my little guy we will really go all out with the decor this year, but I had made that declaration thinking everything would have settled down by now. It hasn’t. So there..
I have always been big on Christmas. Even when there wasn’t much to celebrate with, I celebrated it. For one reason or another, my Christmas celebrations here in New York have not been as consistent. It’s time to change that. One time we were having our mother-and-son talks a couple of months ago, he asked if we could really decorate for the holidays.. as in REALLY. I will never forget how my boy’s eyes lit up when I said yes. That’s a promise I have to make good at.
It was chilly this morning as I walked to the bus stop. I made a mental note to gather my sweaters and jackets now that the temperatures are dropping as we go into fall. The coats? Not quite there yet. I just love the way the seasons goad us on to move forward, reminding us that nothing stops the world from spinning round and round. That no matter how life may deal us a blow here and there, or how we find ourselves stumbling through each passing day, the world will keep turning and won’t stop spinning to give us time to regain our footing. It’s up to us to pick ourselves up and keep going.