engr.albertmike

Remembered a glimmering sight; Mom went out for Mass that night. I woke beneath a bed net’s weave, upon a woven mat of sleep. I might be sick or maybe not. There seemed to be a hint of hidden chocolates. Why do we prepare on Christmas Eve, when we’re given the choice to either sleep or eat, why do we still feast? There are gifts, but given early, no hugs, no kisses, no feeling just the same routine. I don’t envy new clothes, I don’t envy fine plates. Why are we different, even angry at singing? On Christmas Day, it feels dampened by rain. We sit at a jagged banquet, just to feel we’ve joined in. I don’t want this. I don’t want those. I just wish things were different when we still had the choice.

May ilaw pa rin sa bintana, pero tila pagod kumislap. Ang parol ay nakasabit, ngunit hindi na kasing-sigla ang lahat.   Tahimik ang gabi. walang pumupuno sa hangin, dahil itinataboy na ang mga kantang pagmamalimos na ang himig. Ang lamig ay masakit kumpara sa dating hinahanap. Ang Noche Buena na kahit masarap ay inihanda bayad ng GCash. Maliwanag pa rin naman sa plaza pero kung ang tingin mo’y palayo, nakakabulag Ngayon, ang bawat “Maligayang Pasko” ay parang dasal na paulit-ulit.   Kinasasabikan para makapahinga pero pagod pa rin sa umaga. Mainam pa din naman makahinto kahit kulang.