A little something for Christmas 2011.

Before anything else, play this while you read, it kind of sets off the mood. Haha
(Carpenters? Yes yes I know, I'm that ancient. :D)


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Hello.

I've been itching to post something in my blog lately, but somehow nothing that I deem worthy of others' eyes have been birthed out of my rather scattered network of neurons. As it is Christmas eve (back in the Phils that is), I guess I finally need to kick my rather uninspired butt and get myself to actually write something.

*Loooong awkward pause.*

I'm home with my mum and brother in Minnesota, USA, for the holidays, and it's been snowing on and off here. Whatever white falls from the sky easily melts away and leaves something rather dull and brown. I highly doubt this will be a white Christmas at all. I guess it speaks for a lot about how I view this Christmas.

I feel a LITTLE Christmassy on little bursts and then it goes away again.

It's been a while since I've felt a good old traditional Christmas, where the feeling lasts for as long as it possible. Back when I hear myself singing actual Christmas carols and not singing a pathetic two lines off Justin Bieber's "Mistletoe," or mumbling some rather off lines from "Baby It's Cold Outside," both of which don't really speak about true Christmas.

It doesn't take me long to remember what it really is supposed to be like. Let me share with you something that never fails to bring me back to the good old Christmas that I used to know.

I remember that one perfect Christmas eve back when I was a little girl, seated next to my Dad. Just before midnight, my grandfather would've gathered all of his brood that had come over to celebrate Christmas Eve in his house. I would feel desperately sleepy, as it would already be way past my bedtime. As my eyes would threaten to close, the little colorful lights around me would widen into little circles. In the background would be the Carpenters crooning a Christmas hymn and my grandfather would clear his voice as he opens his Bible and begins to read the Christmas Story.

When Lolo gets done reading and I would be half-asleep leaning on either my mum or dad. He then prays and when he is done, everyone will stand up and greet everyone a very Merry Christmas.

Remembering the Reason for the season. ♥

Over a little ham and some rather hard cheese that tasted like crayons (Hey, I said I was a kid. Hahaha), one thing stuck to my mind... That Jesus came to the world in a manger in the form of a baby to save me from my sins. I thought of the star that shone over Him that led everyone to Him.  Now that as a whole, was CHRISTMAS.

I hope this little story made you remember the moments that make you feel Christmas the most. Yours may be something grand, or it may be something simple. It doesn't really matter, but I know it was the best Christmas of your life.

As the big star that shone over the little Baby in the manger led everyone to Him, I also see all those who have led me to Him as well, as the stars of my life and they are the people I'm most grateful for this Christmas.

I also hope and pray that this Christmas may become one of the best in your life, no matter how terrible or dull it may already seem. After all, it's our Savior's birthday we're celebrating. That's why we're celebrating at all.

Merry Christmas everyone, keep shining.

Love lots,
Angela :)

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.” ~ Isa 9:6