A Christmas' Touch

December 25, the day that all have been waiting for. Gifts are in wrappers. Christmas cards are top selling. Recipes for Noche Buena are ready and served at the table. New clothes are worn. Some are waiting for their gifts. Some are waiting for Aguinaldo. Some are getting ready. But some have nothing and still hopes for something...


It's not always true that when this season comes, people put their bests feet forward. Open your eyes and welcome to the reality of Christmas.


As some family braise their selves and head for a shopping spree, some just raise their hands high all day long, hoping for someone would stop and spare some alms, waiting just to get over the day.

As some excitedly put their Christmas decor all over the place- Christmas tree at the corner, lanterns at the facade, bright lights around, some just stay at their pavement, inside their shanties, packed like a canned sardines, no lights and body crumpled from cold. 

As some iron and remove the tags of their new clothes, take showers and and feel the freshness all over their bodies, some don't mind about their filthy skins and ragged clothes for they have nothing except those what they used to wear every.

As some mouth water from the foods served on the table, some water for leftovers and others worst for nothing and still starve even at this moment. 

As some rapidly open their gifts, tear its wrapper, and read it dedication, some look from up above and wish they also have and do the same thing with a smile on their face.


Amidst the fate that strikes them, these very people still hopes. In their hearts lie a touch of Christmas. A touch of hope, love, and faith. Hope for there will be another day to live on, another Christmas even without gifts or Noche Buena for them, Jesus is enough. Love for their lives. And faith to God that drive them to continue, knowing that they will not be left out until they know their real purpose in life.


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