Simbang Gabi na naman
Tayo gising na, patulog pa lang ang buwan
Ang simoy ng hangin, dahan-dahan na humahaplos
Sa mukha ng bawat tao
Bumabagsak-bagsak pa ang mata
Throughout the years, my heart has always danced with excitement at the thought of Christmas — the carols, the decorations, the entire December vibe. And truth be told, I still hold that spark within me! But somehow, it feels different now, less vibrant than it did in my younger days. It saddens me to admit it, but the magic just doesn’t hit the same anymore. I long to rediscover that sense of enthusiasm for December!
Growing up in the Philippines, Christmas wasn’t just a day; it was a season that stretched from September to January. Every corner was adorned with festive cheer, from school days eagerly counting down to the break, to the joyous decorations, projects, and themed parties. Evenings were filled with the sounds of children singing carols for a few coins, while at home, we’d gather around the TV, sipping hot chocolate and indulging in Christmas-themed shows and movies.
There was always something to talk about with siblings, and parents joined in too, especially if they were busy decking the halls for Simbang Gabi. As a child, December was synonymous with Christmas, effortlessly enveloping us in its warmth and joy.
Yet, as adults, it seems the effort to recreate that magic often falls upon our shoulders. Normally, December would find me exploring Christmas markets, admiring twinkling lights, and immersing myself in the excitement of shopping and wrapping presents. But this year feels different. There’s been no festive music or movies, no bustling shopping trips, and no plans for lavish Christmas dinners.
The absence of that nostalgic, cozy feeling weighs heavily on me, exacerbated by the need for meticulous planning and limited spontaneity. It’s disheartening to feel excluded from the joyous celebrations.
Overall, this December has been tinged with sadness and a sense of loss. I can’t help but wonder if we’ll ever return to the pre-COVID festivities, as this “new normal” feels increasingly bleak. Even though last year’s Christmas was also impacted by the pandemic, it somehow retained its essence. This year, despite my family planning to reunite, the season feels strangely hollow.
I used to adore Christmas — the presents, the family gatherings, the infectious excitement. But now, it’s lost some of its luster. Perhaps it’s because I’m no longer a child, or maybe the magic has simply faded with time. Regardless, I find myself yearning for the warmth and joy that once defined the holiday season.
