Alone

Christmas, this year, could well be the loneliest so far.

Imagine this, spending Noche Buena alone in your apartment when every year you fly home to the comforts of family and good food. This year,though, you stay put because you have to work.

Imagine this, you brave Shaw Boulevard’s hell, er, traffic to get yourself a fine bottle of Merlot (yes, you’re beginning to enjoy wine but, admit it, you can only distinguish between white and red), prepare Tuna Marinara (the peso wasted on Yummy ain’t a bad thing), and belch a few high, albeit annoyingly shrill, notes in the shower, only to end up sweating and trying to figure out how in sweet Jesu(!) will you pop that cork off the bottle (you DID consider whacking the top off instead) with your non-Herculean strength.

Imagine this, dozing off to sleep at nine in the evening, forgetting to call your dear family, as tradition dictates, and making up a really good excuse in the morning why you haven’t called. ‘I really tried but I kept getting “Service is not available.”‘ Yeah right!

Oh, there was no reason you had to be alone on Christmas Eve. It’s just that, you had all the reasons you were alone. Figured?

Hey, (aren’t you) sOoo looking forward to New Year’s Eve and what loneliness it has to offer?…