Today marked the final week of 2021 but as the pandemic continues to drag on with not much sign of an ending, time just seems more of a concept than an actual passing of day and month the way it used to: marked by weekend getaways, business trips, travels, or visiting loved ones, celebrations and Christmases. Everything after 2019 just felt like an extended period of limbo, sometimes I would forget my age O.o Before I get to my point, I’d like to take the time to thank those who dedicated their entirety in keeping everyone safe and healthy; pray to those who lost their loved ones that they will find peace and comfort someday; and wish that those who are struggling for a living can improve their situation. As for the rest of us, that we show kindness and empathy in our every day life.
The point I want to make here is that, it is in times like that we need our rituals even more. This could be small personal ones like a cup of hot mint tea in the morning or warm honey milk before bedtime; a stroll at the park with your earphones on and no one else, or a well-deserved cinnamon roll after a hard core workout. It could also be monumental religious/ cultural ones like celebrating Christmases and Chinese New Years. When the outside world feels completely wild and out of our control, rituals remind us that we can still continue to do certain things that we love, to some extent, we are still in control.
For as long as I can remember, Christmas has been my favorite time of the year. Thanks to the British, Hong Kong gets to celebrate Christmas properly with public holidays. I grew up taking photos with fake Santa (plenty of their lookalikes in HK unlike TW :P) annually. I remember the first thing to look forward to is setting up the Christmas tree, then watch dad plug in the socket and witness the tree light up. I remember slowly but surely growing taller than the tree as I aged so mom started placing it on top of an IKEA red table. I remember arranging all the presents under the tree and feeling out each one before boxing day to figure out if I got what I wished for. I remember when my brothers came along, we would strap them on strollers and place them in front of a tree with flickering lights to keep them entertained for hours. Then we moved to Manila, where Christmas celebration commence right after Halloween! We got a tree that was even taller than Dad and it meant even more presents could fit. We would get advent calendars as presents and glue up gingerbread houses with frostings.
As I grew up, that mocha mint Starbucks symbolizes the beginning of Christmas season. It became my turn to guide my little niece and nephew on how to arrange ornaments and watch their faces lit up during the grand”Tree-Lighting Ceremony”. It was also about getting THE best (usually the biggest box) present for the kids therefore becoming their favorite. I remember a year that was especially tough but my cousin and I still went all out and get a present for every single member of our family.
The thing is, Christmas is a glittering promise that comes around every year no matter how grim the days may seem. I regretted not writing cards, getting my family presents or setting up a Christmas tree this year (well last year has proven it a bad idea to tempt my cats with sparkling ornaments) but I’m sure that no matter how old, cynical or stressed I get, Christmas would always be a beacon of hope and it would always save me something good.
From the bottom of my heart, I wish you a Merry Christmas.