why’s that most grown-ups have the same crappy holiday sentiment?

when we were kids, we jump out of bed the moment the clock tells us it’s christmas and we’d tear out the wrapped presents under the tree as barbaric as we could hehe. sometimes my mom would drag all of us, if not by the hair, to our godparents’ houses and expect our annual pamasko. personally, i was never comfortable with the idea of “raiding” our godparents’ house for christmas presents or money. i usually felt all squirmy and awkward whenever they handed me an ang-pao which i suspect was hastily stuffed inside the envelope the moment we disturbed their sleep. imagine the annual awkward moments when you’re reaching for the red envelope they hand you. i dunno, i guess i just wanted it to be sincere and not something you get out of obligation.

*shudder*

anyway, now that i’m one of the miserable grown-ups, i’m now being hunted down by expectant children and their equally expectant mothers who are not even my godchildren. i hardly even know them, for goodness sake. and i’m starting to hate that stupid hypocritical smile they put on when they came by yesterday.

don’t get me wrong, tho. i love giving presents to people i am close to, especially when i know it’s going to make them happy. people who don’t even know that i live alone and suddenly asks me for pamasko won’t be getting any. not even a candy bar.