Christmas Shall Come

This is one of the blogs I have always wanted to write. When I

heard Christmas songs as background music in the TV this morning, I
often thought about this blog Christmas Shall Come. At times or so, I
searched in my list on previous blogs to re-read it, but to my surprise
or probably great dismay I couldn’t find it. Well, perhaps I have not
written it at all. The living reminiscences allow me to feel it the same
way like actually writing it. It is there in me, in my heart as I feel it in
the air… like the soft melody caressing everyone’s heart to remind of
the joys of the yuletide season. When the flowers bloom again at the
mere sight of gifts and Christmas trees. The twinkling lights that
never fail to bring back sweet childhood memories that we feel young
once again and hopeful in this dreamy season on living and loving.

To people like me, and probably many, Christmas is always a

different season of the person’s life. Our moods lighter, our future
brighter. Our hopes bigger. That amidst so many troubles perhaps in
our present days, we are still reminded to hope and to dream on
those cool evenings, and think of preparing gifts, big or small,
probably small but matters so greatly. Perhaps there is no other time
in a year where I feel thankful to have this share of life. To be given
a chance to live and share and be inspired and a chance to inspire
others, and yes, touch somebody else’s life along the way.

Probably my blog remains only in my head; it existed there

only as a reminder, eternally touching me and rejuvenating me of
such feelings of euphoria and happiness, of serenity and peace and
forget for a while problems and loneliness, crippling times of
depression.
 Yet such blog was all about my discovery of hope when I was
not at all happy. A discovery of the sense of life, of the higher view of
things amidst the chaotic, troublesome trivialities of ordinary days –
the problems of every now and then, the stresses from work and
relationships … all these in a day of experience. On that same day, I
have thought that Christmas Shall Come and everything change …
the epicurean deluge of hope that life again be different, be better
when the season of giving comes in.

The Christmas songs in the air reminds me somehow that such

a blog has to be written, the blog that was always there to inspire me
into moving on, at any time of the year. In this times of sharing, I
need to put those inspirations into being, breathe life into it by
patching in words, like a sculptor, trying to create an imagery of
hope. Because today the same feeling of hope should rekindle
everyone’s heart to know—Christmas Shall Come.

A couple of years ago I was in Manila. Being there for the first
time, while trying to live a life of your own, was sure not easy. Life
there was borne of a necessity, and there life again struck me it own
way of imprinting moments, if not harshly. For I would be sailing
against the tides of life without my support – like a solitary boat in
the vast uncaring seas. Painful to think no one to ask for money and
borrow when you run out; no friends to celebrate a bottle or two, or
de-stress after a hard days work; no friends to share window
shopping. All those priceless great small things I could do in my
precious hometown.

This should about how amazed I was of the song, realizing

soon it’d be Christmas. Perhaps I had not written it at all. It stayed in
my head only, it existed there, inspiring me into moving on, it’s real
but was never written. Well, it must be written then and be shared.

It was about a couple of years ago when I was in Manila. Being

in Manila for the first time and trying to live a life on our own sure
was not easy. Yet I thought that was a life that’s necessary. And
there life struck me in one of its harshest beatings. I would be sailing
against the tides of my life without any support group. No one to
borrow money with when you run out; no friends to share a bottle or
two after the hard days work; no friends to share with you shopping.
All the priceless things I loved to do back in my precious hometown.
But it was there when times are hard, moneys are few, problems are
aplenty and friends are gone that I realize despite all these, days
continue to come in bringing along new moments and new chances.
And a day shall come when people start putting in decors in their
houses, trees and stars and put some lights too. The coolness in the
air present a more alluring effect on the smiles in everyone’s faces. It
was there I realize that, slowly but surely, I was marching ahead
towards Christmas. And when I finally arrived there, I would be
happy. That was good, that was where this blog beats in my heart.

Well, fate probably did not yet allow me to write before about
the good things Christmas Season brought along before because
there are still some things more in such season of joys. The other
side of the season that I still have to experience. Not to forget that
while the world is celebrating the joys of yuletide season, there are
still others who are heart-broken, tearful, crying to the sad things
that happen in the yearend. And perhaps this saddest Christmas ever
tends to remind me that life must move on even when the turn of
events would not be favorable this time. Along with it, I too must
move on, despite the challenges and the mess I am with. What
makes a man is not when the tides of life are smooth-sailing, but
when the storms of life go against you and you manage to move on.
The Divine still has something in store for me. Who knows one of
them shows up when this Christmas Shall Come.

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I always think Christmas Shall Come ... and when it comes, life
would be different, smiles and joys would surely always be in the
air.... until probably in times like this.

This will probably be my saddest Christmas ever, affirming to

me of not a good year 2010 was to me. The turn of events have not
been favorable to me, and in fact, were all against me.

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It was in the third quarter of this year that we are the main
office has suffered a collection set back.
 Some people come in and glad to have enjoyed their company.
Some people go without giving us a chance to say even a short hello.