There were the laundries in queue. There were the odd cleaning jobs that need attention fast because the season will not delay. There were the groceries that need to be purchased, and gifts that still need to be bought and wrapped, too. There were engagements, which are after all, parties that needed organization. There were invitations that cannot be avoided in this time of the year. And, too, there was an unexpected demise of someone close to us, making the whole thing sad.
The season is all commercial. It was very obvious that sales jobs boomed. And it’s all for the children. Why, when everybody is an adult, things will be much different. My friends’ parents will not take it against me when I only give them pieces of wood with adhered quotes on them for only twenty-five pesos each. Some adults will take those gifts as treasures. Though others will react differently, it would not be such a big deal if they didn’t like those gifts.
The season left me useless. I tired easily that words departed from me. My mind was a vacuum. Exhaustion took place and rendered me flaccid with the right things to think, and jot down. But I think I was an effective host, and maybe an organizer. These tasks demand a lot of everything from anyone.
The aftermath of Christmas day left me a load of laundries again, and piles of eating and cooking utensils to clean, and floors to sweep and mop.
I drank from it all, season’s jitters and disquiet. They must have made me strong still and writing again.