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I'll be Home for Christmas (if only in my dreams)
December 24, 2003
It's Christmas Eve and I'm working. And while most people will be home preparing for their annual Christmas family dinner or doing some last minute shopping in the afternoon, I will still be here -- working. I can only sigh. I'll celebrate Christmas later. Right now I'm suspended between two emotional states. I'm happy that later I'll be joining some people from work for a barbeque Christmas party and sad that I'm not going to be spending this time with my family. I should, you know? But we can't always have what we want so I say, make the most out of everything. So, friends. I have friends. I'm thinking of meeting them after my party; maybe watch a movie. The prospect of watching a movie alone in my room is tempting but I shouldn't. No. I shouldn't.
My alarm clock woke me up at 5:45 am but it wasn't until 6:56 am that I managed to tear myself away from my bed. I took a quick shower, put on my gray jeans and my khaki shirt that I had pressed over the weekend so that I have something to wear in case of a quasi-emergency such as today, ate a banana, brushed my teeth and put on my pearl earrings -- all in about 15 minutes. For a girl, this was quite a feat. So, yay.
I was still running very late for work, though. While struggling over some passages from Out of Africa, I received an SMS wishing me a Merry Christmas from a friend whom I haven't seen for quite some time now. The greeting came at such an opportune time that I couldn't be happier. Then when I reached the office, what should be waiting for me but a gift from my IA friends. They're so sweet. If all my friends were half as sweet as them, I'd be the luckiest person alive. I mean, yay, they get me and I enjoy my time with them but a little amount of sweetness wouldn't hurt, you know? I may be just numb, but I haven't had that warm and fuzzy feeling for quite some time now. Alright, this is not a plea. I'm not going to be depressed. I shall stay happy throughout the day. Holidays come by only once a year and nothing could be gained by sulking and pining over things that are just not ... going to happen.
Why shouldn't I be happy? Here, I can at least celebrate Christmas openly. Unless you consider gathering at some secret location and singing hymns softly a celebration, there's no such thing as celebrating Christmas for some people in China. The extent of disparity shocks me.
[ BEIJING -- Millions of Christians who belong to "underground churches" in China will celebrate Christmas tomorrow shivering in farm fields or quietly singing hymns in parishioners' homes praying that the Chinese police will not hear. Streats, Dec. 24, 2003]
That is depressing. So what am I complaining for, really?
I miss everyone back home, is what it is.
Merry Christmas!