Christmas Eve and Family
I did something different on
Christmas Eve this year.
I didn’t do wacky things like
dressing like Santa prancing around in Obar at Mohd Sultan (which I did last year).
I didn’t partake in the usual
drunken crusade that I had adamantly sealed as my legacy not too long ago.
I didn’t go gallivanting across
town hitting the clubs with the incredible zest that I have been prone to for
perhaps the longest time.
This year was different.
I spent it with my parents.
Nothing grandiose. A simple
home cooked meal albeit with curry crabs. (Yay! But certainly not frivolous) and
an engaging cinematic discourse on Devils and Angels. Aka we watched the movie "Constantine" (Haha! Keanu sucked but the show was good) A rather inappropriate theme to highlight our festivities admittedly,
but my parent enjoyed it.
In between the “Ooohs”, “Aaaahs”
and smattering of “Gasps”, we had a muted but easy conversation … on.
1) Why did he do that?
2) Eeeew … Disgusting.
3) What happened?
4) Walau eh .. I’m eating.
5) Look, look … so horrible, spoil my appetite.
We had a TV dinner as one can
plainly see.
My mum ever the Homer-like, story
teller, would ever so often drum up a synopsis of what was currently
transpiring on the TV. Whereas my dad, being the uberly endowed God of patience,
soaked up her rendition of “
Constantine
”
like it was nectar. I, the 3rd cog in wheel, actively peppered in
the “Waaahs”, “Shit”, “Eeeee” and other monosyllabic grunts thus elevating our
interaction to that above of “normal
communication”
To be honest, we didn’t
really hear each other, much less held in-depth debates. (The movie was simply
too good!) But we bonded.
Oftentimes, I’ve been caught
so much in my own world … on matters of work, relationships, fun … etc, that I fail
to see what’s immediately in front of me. What is important.
In all the festivities, fun was the main, if not only factor.
After all, Fun = Happy.
It was … where I was going to drink, where I was to party, how I was to rock the town, when I should be dressed up … Nay, the only factor was actually the word "I". Selfishly, Me, Myself and I.
And so, this year’s Christmas wasn’t
particularly fun. It sure wasn’t heady with booze, friends and crazy people. No
parties, no shouts of joy, no insane stunts … no freaky stuff to make the day
exciting, interesting and memorable.
It was just me and my parents at home.
And you know what … I was
very happy 
Merry Christmas Everyone!
