Another Prosaic Christmas Greeting

I hear Christmas carols wafting through the window. There is a choir performing in the multipurpose hall two blocks down the street. They're actually pretty good.

Apart from distant singing outside, it's awfully quiet in here. For tonight, I have consciously done away with the usual background of television and mp3 drone. I'm rereading the book of John and (unsuccessfully) trying to forget that it's Christmas Eve.

Memories of Christmases past give me strength to tide myself through this season, but ironically, they also remind me of everything that is now different in my life. There's a first time for everything, but I'm hoping this is the last time I'll be spending Christmas Eve alone in a studio apartment eating leftover spaghetti and Honey Mustard Piknik for Noche Buena.

To everyone, have a very blessed Christmas. Let's not forget to include in all the festivity the One whose birthday we are actually celebrating.