Gifts of the Season

12-20-2009 Sunday

My aunt still haven't forgotten to be the Santa this season. She invited us over at her house after I got off from work and I went there together with my gramma. She has a couple of things to give us. She's always like that every Christmas, she never forgets to give things to us. Well, she lives alone, she has no kids, she's so damn rich so where can she spend all those money?

She also invited my uncle (the father of my cousin) and we all had delicious lunch together. It was nice and the food is awesome. Of course, my aunt did the usual 'you're so fat you look like a pail of water(as opposed to the hourglass figure, I believe that's what she meant by that), you should stop eating too much' at me but I let it pass my ears. The food is so good to think worry about what I'll look like after eating a lot.

After eating, she started handing out the gifts and we started packing it all in plastic bags. She let us choose from a dozen San Miguel t shirts, which is something she usually gives out every December as well as calendars from San Miguel Corp. She has worked as a secretary for Cojuanco for almost a lifetime now and we're still enjoying the benefits of having her work there.

When we finished packing and chatting, my aunt drove us to the bus station and I was so tired for not having any sleep at all but I still manage to reach home awake. Traffic is a killer. Well, it's also the time of the month when the streets are packed with vendors, selling all sorts of things and people are everwhere joining the holiday rush.

Amidst the holiday rush and the hippity-hoppity happy atmosphere, I stand alone, watching every move of everyone around me, still wondering how these people can so goddamn happy when it's just another month and poor people are not getting any richer, happier maybe but richer, abosolutely no. I can be called the Grouch who will ruin holiday for these people but I don't care because this is what I really feel. I guess it's the fact that I'm really not that happy with the way things are going in my life so I have this feeling that if I'm not happy then no one deserves to feel happy.

Oh well, enough of this bitterness. To continue with my story, we reached the house a good 20 minutes after 6, considering the fact that we're near the house around 6. Traffic managed to kill 20 minutes of our time. I unpacked the things that we wrapped in plastic bags and began devouring in the material things given to us. Ok, a couple of new t-shirts, new bag, a new Celine Dion perfume and lots of San Miguel gift checks, these are the things that gave me a temporary joy for this day..uhmm..hurrah!

Energy is zero. Sleep is zero. Ok, I feel like I'm gonna pass out now so time to go to bed. Bye, dearly beloved blog readers. :)

Labels: aunt, gifts, gramma, holiday, paranaque, pink crimson

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 2:59 PM