it is exactly 115 days before christmas. let the countdown begin.
here in our country, as soon as the “ber” months set in, you can almost simultaneously hear christmas carols on the airwaves, see mall displays carrying the theme and of course, the smell of puto bumbong and bibingka being sold on the streets. even before september came, in mid-august, the manangs from where I live have already begun selling these yummies:
let’s see. as of last count, I have amassed a total of 41 godchildren, with a new candidate coming in october. the number of my godchildren even outsmarted my age. I think it’s weird. don’t get me wrong, though. I always thought it’s an honor to be asked to be the godmother of some kid. but I also believe that I must have a special, albeit deep connection to at least one parent. so that taking the oath of being a second parent to their child can really mean something beyond superficial, and not just equate to a big gift box or a handsome monetary blessing. I actually get offended if I was asked to be the ninang when I don’t see the essence on why for I was being asked in the first place! hello… eh, close ba tayo?
but then again. I didn’t really have that special, albeit deep connection to at least one parent, right?