The Christmas wasn't white as it was thought to be.
There was no snow. There wasn't even rain.
There was just the daylight dawning at 7am as the shortest day in winter (by the way, I didn't say that it was the start of winter; the weather station did) passed.
Yay!
The children woke up super early today just to check out what Santa has bought them.
Well, I have to say that Santa is pretty generous.
He bought them many gifts, including a Table Hockey Set.
Yes. Can you imagine how much weight the reindeer have to bear?
...
All in all, it was an ok day.
Not in terms of the spending of the day itself, but in terms of the day itself.
It is Christmas.
A day to celebrate the coming of Christ.
I attended midnight mass at the Church last night and while I dozed off a couple of times, I must say I did pretty well.
(although I didn't quite catch the homily because the priest was speaking amidst music and it was really disruptive)
The thing is, Christmas is a time for us to rejoice as Christians.
It is not about presents, at least not for me.
(And I don't mean to be rude, but I really didn't like the presents that were given to me. I got a red sweatshirt, two shirts, a headband, and a bag. What is it about shirts???? The truth is, I would have been happier had I received a mere $10 giftcard...)
(But the thing is, the giver will always be expecting a big smile and a huge THANK YOU so that is what I did...)
Because it is not about presents and partying, so being here accentuates the whole emptiness.
I find it so phony because here she was saying "Christmas is so tacky..." on one hand, and on the other hand, she was playing an active role in promoting its tackiness.
*shake head*
And today, I was enjoying myself so much talking to the adults I was kind of sure I will really want to go home if the next match doesn't work out.
(Note, I am here to look after kids and I have no rest days during 'holidays' so I should still be keeping the kids' company...but I find them too boring!)
So it suddenly dawned onto me,
maybe I don't really like kids after all?
I don't know.
Or it may just be,
I don't mind working with kids, but I can't LIVE with them.
I really don't know.
Whatever it is, I enjoyed myself because I realize I did the right thing by telling them about my decision before Christmas.
It is a peaceful Christmas.
And it will stay that way.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
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