It’s the day after Thanksgiving today and it’s oh so good! Jesse doesn’t have work & class and I can be with him the whole day!
Jesse told me that most people in the U.S. usually wait ’til after the Thanksgiving holiday (which we don’t have back home) before they’ll play Christmas songs and/or decorate their home with Christmas decorations. Back home, my dad always played Christmas songs starting mid-September. If we’re not too lazy, we’ll even decorate our home for Christmas before November.
Well, I waited ’til the day after Thanksgiving before I played Christmas songs in our apartment. The first ones that came into mind was the sisters that my dad always played when we were young. Their names were Carnie and Wendy Wilson. I loved their “Hey Santa” album and I never got tired of listening to them every year in our casette player when I was young (of course, there were no cd or dvd players back then… hehe!)
Listening to them now, again, brings such sweet memories to me. The small apartment we had in Marikina with our improvised Christmas tree (Christmas broom!) and the christmas lights hanging around the house and some decorations, of course. I liked our christmas lights because it came with this thing – it’s like a music box – that if you play the recorded songs there, the lights will blink synchronized to the music from the music box. Every December 24th, we always hung our school socks by the window for Santa Claus. We wrote him letters, too, as asked by our parents so that Santa knew what we want. Then the young ones (those under 12 y.o.) has to go to sleep until midnight, Christmas eve. We were always welcomed with Santa’s gifts and the simple Christmas eve dinner at the kitchen. We always either opened our gifts first, and then eat together or vice-versa. But the night always ended with how my siblings and I tried to stay up later than our parents just for fun. But then we’ll end up falling asleep again. 😛 I knew who Santa was when I was 9 y.o. Our neighbor told my younger sister and I about it, and we eventually realized it was true. My younger sister and I still tried to keep it to ourselves, though, and we still had our Santa Claus even though we knew who they were – and they didn’t know we knew.