httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTBOOMtPYww September 2007 and coming into Canada I realized how culturally displaced I was, not only in thinking, in language, but in how I fancied Christmas would be. However, I get to celebrate the Holidays.. The "Happy Holidays" with a cornucopia of different celebrations. Although I was happy to know the vast diversity in celebrations, I tried to fit in the mold, so as to steer away from the Holiday that has defined, not only myself, but my identity.
Then I realized, my 'Holiday', is not a Holiday just like anyone else. Pasko.
Where children would sing carols with their makeshift instruments.
Where lights adorn every house at every single corner, not leaving any space unlit.
Where we would go to mass during the wee hours and feast on the bibingka and puto-bumbong sold right near its doors.
Where we would construct lanterns and spend time together crafting a collected effort that is mounted up our home.
Everyone has the right to celebrate their own holiday, and each holiday is special in each one's right. But this time, I'll try not to make any excuses. Just like the song, Kumukutikutitap, I'll just shine.