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Christmas Used to Be...

Ok, here you're thinking here we go again with a sentimental blabbering post. Well you might be right, but then again you might be wrong. So here goes.

I've been gone a few weeks from Calauan, Laguna and it'w really quite fitting that I get back the day before christmas. I used to think that life here in the middle of somewhere would be really boring and something I wouldn't miss when I get to a different place like well say, Manila. But some things never change. Like the place you grew up in.

See, it's people who change. Not places, not events, not anything else -- people change. Christmas is still christmas to everyone -- however people who experience christmas change. The appreciation of christmas changes as people change, not because of age, and not because of anything else, but mainly because... well... because we just do.

Maybe you missed a lot of things while growing up. Maybe it's because you don't have time anymore. Maybe it's because you've met a lot of people with different backgrounds. Maybe it's because you've changed. Maybe it's because I've changed. But there's one thing, christmas is christmas is christmas is christmas.

However we look at it, the only thing we should be is thankful -- for everything. It doesn't have anything to do with spirituality (although people will argue that Christmas IS all about spiritualitym, but I'm not in an arguing mood) but it has everything to do with reality. Think about it: let's be thankful for every breath we take, every move we make, every single day, every night we pray... Think of the air we breathe, the laughter we share with people, the people around us, and the life we lead. We do owe a lot to Him.

Anyway, happy holidays everyone. It's good to be back home.

CHill.

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