Silent Night

A very silent Christmas eve indeed.

This is by far the most silent Christmas eve I've ever experienced. I woke up at around 12:30am today, greeted my husband a Merry Christmas, and went out only to find out that the lights outside our room were off. I was actually hoping to see my younger sister watching the television, since she said earlier that she won't be sleeping. But when I got out of the room, no one's there. I carried my daughter and observed for a minute or two outside our room, then went back inside. I put her back in our bed, then observed from our room if someone's outside. I saw that the lights went on so hurried out again. And there at our terrace, I saw my father, the last person I expected to be awake today. He was just there observing my sister's family lighting up some fireworks. He was worried that the fireworks might torn the roof they worked hard for earlier before they got to bed. Then my sister came to give us the Buko Salad and Spaghetti they prepared for Noche Buena.

Later, after filling up the water in the comfort room, my father went back to sleep. So I was alone again. I washed my son's milk bottles and sterilized them. Then transferred the Buko Salad to a smaller container that can be put in our fridge. I took four plates and four pairs of spoon and fork to the table, in case someone else wakes up. I went inside the room to ask my husband if he would like to eat or just sleep and take a rest (he was complaining about his headache earlier this evening). When he said he'll just take a rest, I went outside again and waited for a moment, hoping (again) that someone will walk out of their room to eat Noche Buena. But nobody came out so I decided to eat alone.

I took a peace of banana cake, a portion of the spaghetti from my sister, and two slices of Liempo, then just a cup of Pepsi. I went to the sala, turned the television on, and sit at the center table. I browsed thru the channels, and finally landing at Star Movies, watching "Titan AE". After finishing my food, I washed my plate and my cup, then went back in front of the television. But after 20 minutes, I turned it off and went back here at our room. I asked my husband if I can surf the Internet...I guess you know his reply.

So here I am now. Instead of having fun with my family, I'm typing this blog. Pretty boring and silent. I guess I should expect this from now on. My family's becoming busier each year to be very tired to even have Noche Buena. Lucky for us last year, my brother went home for my wedding. We had our usual Noche Buena. But this year, nothing. I think it's safe to say, our tradition is now lost. Is this the price we pay for having a successful year (financially, so to speak)?