My Christmases are usually spent with my childhood friends / parents' Ex-NUS Choirmates and their children, or with my cousins in KL. No matter where it's spent, we're always having fun and laughing and opening presents and the air's all filled with happiness and warmth. When Christmas is spent at Ian's/Ivan's house in KL, there's usually also Yvonne & Inez at least, and 7yee. Right now it's just Ian's/Ivan's family and us.
At 12am I was idly playing the piano out of boredom, Ivan was idly playing the drums out of boredom, my brother was reading FML and Ian was doing whatever he was doing on his own computer. Previously, Ivan was suggesting doing something together instead of gluing our eyes to the computer and I enthusiastically suggested playing Game Of Life at the patio (cool fresh night breeze, awesome night sky, whoo!). After spending ten minutes looking for the game in the house (two Semi-Ds merged = rather big house) Ivan and I concluded that all the games were in the maid's room, which was inaccessible because she was sleeping.
It's just Ian, Ivan, Mark, my parents and me now. 4yee, Uncle Kenneth and Isaac aren't even here; they're at someone else's house. Yvonne, Inez and 1yee will be here in the afternoon; 7yee will be here on Saturday; 5yee, Nicholas and Eeythan might come on Sunday. That means we'll all really be together only on Sunday - probably the day my family's leaving (if not Monday). What Christmas?
So we're not doing anything now. No "Merry Christmas"es, no smiles and laughter, no "Where're my presents"s; we're not even opening our presents because there're hardly any under the Christmas tree for us. Doesn't feel like Christmas at all.
In addition, I don't know why but a little memory of Pastor Kong talking about how many people have forgotten the meaning of Christmas. As Pastor put it, "Jesus is the reason for the season!" Yeah, there's still the tradition of love and giving on Christmas Day, but I was wondering if there would ever be a day where the first thing we do when the clock strikes twelve is to pray. That sounds right, doesn't it? We should pray and thank the Lord on His day, even before the presents and hugging, because He's the reason the day is significant.
I wonder if there's a day I'll get to do that.
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Ian: (talking about me and my pimply 14-year-old face) But Yvonne never got pimples!
Mark: She's a mutated thing!
Ian: Maybe she just never hit puberty!
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