I’ve been based in another country since ’93. If I am not mistaken, I have had about 6 to 7 Christmases spent away from home. Before Cean was born, I would say all those Christmases are the worst I knew in my life. Imagine this scenario: I would always put up a happy face and take refuge in the comfort of strangers but after all the fun and I was nested alone within the confines of my square bedroom that would be the time when the reality of not being with my family sets in, tears were shed while calling my mom until exhausted enough to fall asleep.

What was it back home that I wouldn't swap for a Christmas in another country though I was young and got to live independently without my parents' nagging (not to mention that it was a non-Christian country way down south of the Philippines)? Oh I could think of a lot of things…

This entry was written 2 weeks prior to its publication date for Lasang Pinoy 5 on 24 Dec 2005.

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