(I know I don't expose this blog to anyone who might know me well enough and I am clearly aware that I am being my complete opposite right now, but God I hope everyone dear to me gets to read this)

I celebrate christmas with the traditional baked mac and cheese, some pork barbeque, cucumbers and seedy watermelon. All eaten with hands that have fingers, fingers that have nails, nails that are painted in African Plum.

It's 21 minutes until December 25th so let us enjoy this night we have to sin and devour food like savages! I kid. Let us think about the homeless people living under the bridge, along the sidewalk or what have you, who are being thankful enough for sharing a cup of rice and a can of sardines, whose bodies are shivering from having no blankets to cover themselves from the coldness of the season, and whose wish is to spend christmas with their real families in the province. So beautiful people, this christmas season and for the following seasons to come, let us appraise the things we are grateful for and think about others because as what the priest said in his homily awhile ago, Christmas is about JOY: Jesus, Others, Yourself.