Christmas

It's Christmas time again. So very far away from everyone else. I should be happy..  but tears would just keep on falling everytime I think about all of them back in my hometown.

It's different out here. So pale and gloomy. We put up a tree, docorated it and hung the lanterns on the windows, but the loneliness is just heartbreaking...

On Christmas eve, we went to celebrate it with his family. Disappointed we were, the spirit wasn't there. It's just a simple gathering with lots of foods. No gifts, even for the baby. As they say, ' as long as we're all together on Christmas eve'. However, I disagree. What's the point of celebrating it if your spirit isn't there?

As we came back, I saw pictures of my family on Christmas eve. Lots of lights, decorations, food, gifts, and happiness. And I wonder, 'life back there, as they say, is more in the state of struggle than here' but you see, they manage to be contended and happy with what they have. Here, it's all about work and money.. material things. I would love to have that too but life is not about material things. It's about love, and happiness. You may find happiness in acquiring material things but you can never bring these to your grave. However, love and happiness stays within your soul.

Oh how I wish I could just spend one Christmas back home and feel its true meaning...