(Blued column by â€œPrince Cedieâ€)
I used to wake up very early in the morning on Christmas days some three or four years ago. Back then, it felt so good to get up from my bed and let my chilly mornings be welcomed by the warm caring of my loving and thoughtful mother. My Mama would call me and if I didnâ€™t move or if I tried to go back to sleep, she would go near me and hug me. I would then rise as she serve my favorite seasonal breakfast: pasta, bread loaves with ham-flavored sandwich spread, juice or hot milk and her specialty, the super-sweet gelatin made from sea weeds. I would happily devour the foods while listening to the sound of Jose Mari Chanâ€™s Christmas in Our Hearts. After my hearty meal, she would go to the barangay chapel to help prepare for the Misa de Gallo. (Since the mass was held in the morning, we used to call it simbang umaga instead of simbang gabi.) I would then join my grandmother ( I fondly call her Nanay ), who by that time was done taking caring care of Tatayâ€™s food and other things, going to the barangay chapel to participate in the simbang umaga.