On the eve
After three days of Christmas Fun, sunburnt shoulders, peeling purple fingers from several vigorous renditions of La Cumpursita. And a funny feeling... too much to say... restlessness... (HORROR! THE DOTS!) the ones I have to dance and squash flat with my feet again. Danced? Squashed? Okay.
Maybe it's just the sunny - sun, and the awful hanging heat on the stage that makes me want to walk, and walk, and I WOULD WALK 500 MILES AND I WOULD WALK 10 000 MORE *breaks into Proclaimers medley*. Shit. So I had to buy my music instead of presents for other people (typical), pulling myself into the ultra-hippie, crazy crazy Counting Crows:
But I got a friend from the new frontier
And Galen, she says,
"This is not America.
You need a girl with electrical hair.
And the word that you wanted was
Aluminium."
Is a letter for Christmas enough, if it says enough? What if it says what you wanted, instead of the blessings?
We went to my grandpa's house as per usual for Christmas dinner, although I had had three lunches at J8 for no particular reason. What we had to eat: ham, rolls, butter prawns, roast chicken, salad, two types of log cake, fruit cocktail etc. Incongruously I thought of Christina Aguilera dueting with Lil' Bow Wow crooning and hopping and singing on MTV about having good cheer and dancing under the mistletoe, oh phooey, WHATEVER. I thought about how Saddam's capture was called an "early Christmas present" for Bush and Gloria Arroyo calling the Philippines landslides a "tragedy so close to Christmas" (along those lines).
I took the bus back with Shulin, who was hurrying to church for her own Christmas celebrations and piled with presents for her family, and Jasmine, who told us she usually spends the 25th watching TV anyway, so she was going back to J8 for CF work. I think my Christmas cards are my dearest gifts.
How to celebrate with everyone?
How to celebrate at all, thinking about everything else? The Mediacorp stars singing carols very badly?
I have to go to a church lunch tomorrow, and I don't want to, but it's tradition, whatever that means. My mum will teach Han and I to make creme brulee, for dessert on the 26th :).
At the root of it all.
Happy birthday, Jesus, and thank you for everything, everything.