A Holiday Thought


Christmas is just a few days away, most people are likely at the crowded malls trying to find the perfect gifts for everyone in their list. Meanwhile, I am in my home enjoying a cup of hot chocolate while I write. This year I decided to be practical and spend less this holiday season. While I appreciate the exchange of gifts but the true meaning of Christmas is not about the gifts we received but it's about what gifts we are going to give to baby Jesus when he is born. I also, I believe that Christmas is about being with our loved ones, cherishing our moments we have with them. Most people's upbringing involves Santa Claus and gifts but I don't want my child to grow up expecting gifts every Christmas. There are families who cannot provide their child gifts, I rather teach my son to give to those who don't have anything. It's the season of giving. I sometimes can go on about values but at the end I'll cave. Just kidding, but I hope that I could bestow him with this value. 

Both of my boys are down for the night, I am sitting in the kitchen table typing away my thoughts that have been troubling my mind in the last few weeks. It has been impossible for me to do any writing in the last few weeks because I have a son and husband to take of. There has been a lot of things going on that I haven't had the chance to take a breath. I feel like I'm trapped myself in my home and afraid to get out. The reason that I feel this way is because about three weeks ago ( approximately after thanksgiving) my son and I were sick. Initially it was COVID, but a week later my son started to feel sick again. I even took him to the emergency room. I was told that my son had the influenza A, aka the flu. It wasn't nothing serious, thank GOD, but I did get scared because my son wasn't acting like himself. I was given medicine and he was feeling better. Two days later, I got sick. Those three weeks were never ending, but I'm happy that we're finally over the hurdle. 

Holiday plans? Just like every year in the past, my family and I  are going to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with my parents and my sister. It may seem small but trust me, its a lot of fun. We're going to make tamales, bake cookies, make champurrado, play games and of course open gifts with Andres. After the Christmas fun, my family and I going on the road to visit my hubby's mom in Delano, CA. We're going to stay there until New Years Day. 

These two weeks are going to go by so fast. So enjoy every moment while you can. 



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