It's that time of the year when houses are lit, windows are adorned and colorful decorations are abundantly visible. The malls are reeking from the look and feel of this season. Every kid is excited with the promise of gifts this month brings. Those more mature are usually seen with big worried looks on their faces as skins cringe from pouting and brows meet in the middle from confusion. The list could go on. As all this happen around you, you can't help feel the same way - giddy, excited and worried. But somehow, something is amiss.
Will this Christmas be like any other traditional celebrations you have?
Will the same problems arise due to this Christmas rush?
Will it be as happy as it was a year ago?
Or will it be a lonely one as you find comfort in your solitude?
We can just hope that this season can help those who badly need it not just for those who have no earthly possessions and basic necessities but also for those who lost the power to believe. For those who has forgotten who they are and what they're worth. For those who're finding it hard to pick up the pieces and start anew. For those who have lived in sorrow, in pain and in fear. For those who have loved and got hurt and for those who are afraid to love.
The beauty that this season brings lie not on the gifts wrapped in fancy wrappers, not on the delectable dishes prepared and not on the decorations that flourish in the night.
The beauty this season brings lie on a new gleam of hope as you watch the world's colorful display and somehow a sense of encouragement for those who are trying to rebuild thier lives.
Amidst all this that'll probably pass by in a blur, there is promise hidden behind fancy adornments, colorfully-wrapped gifts and satisfying feasts.
A promise that something way beyond our imaginations is bound to happen.
Something we never prayed for yet something we need.
Something we might not have hoped - Something wonderful.
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