I remember it very clearly, almost as if it had happened just yesterday. It was 9pm but still, through the windows of my aunt’s car, I could see that the streets were humming with activity. I felt the cold caress of the breeze on my cheeks as people walked briskly by, rushing home to spend Christmas with their loved ones.
As the car drove slowly into the heart of the city, I saw the landscape begin to change. I craned my neck to look up at the structures--all different shapes and sizes, each of them exuding their own unique character--and my eyes widened with wonder.
Then, it happened.
"Din,” said my aunt in an excited whisper “look to your right, will you?” As if on cue, the row of buildings to my right turned on their lights in a blaze of glory. Wide-eyed, mouth agape with wonder, I gazed at the amazing sight. Lights danced in a kaleidoscope of colors and the air was suddenly filled song. The buildings, the lights, the very air I was breathing--all of it was magical!
It was as if the fairies had dipped their wands in light and sprinkled dust all around me! I was three, and a sheltered little girl from a far-off rural area--I had never seen the likes of this before! Back home, even during Christmastime, there was nothing even close to this: It was magical.
Giddy with joy, I jumped up and down, hitting my head on the roof of the car--ignoring the slight bump swelling up on my forehead. I was so happy, I was almost in tears. I’ll never forget that moment: Makati City during Christmas.
I can still feel the hum of excitement I felt then until now. Today, when Christmas comes around, I make sure to fill my home with love and light. I want my children to grow up with the same warm happy feeling that a magical Christmas can bring.
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