MERRY CHRISTMAS, DEAR PEOPLE! I hope you have woken up to a tree full of presents. A courtesy of Mr. Claus, of course, because he is real. Don't challenge me here, kids...
However, Christmas... Don't we all just love the holidays, and the smell of your mom's cooking, the presents, and the many festive songs we hear everywhere we go even though we don't like them? It's the season to be happy because you don't have to do anything—especially if you are a student and don't have to worry about papers and tests. Unless you are a college student that works.
If that's the case, have fun! But, Christmas...
I'm like the Grinch when it comes to the holidays now. I don't have that Christmas spirit anymore. Why? I have no idea. Marah Carey stopped burning in my life during these times.
Like, I don't know what I want for Christmas. My family asks me if I want anything in specific, and I just answer, "not really." But just to make it clear, all I want for Christmas isn't you.
It is a Hispanic tradition to start Christmas the night of the 24th, and you go all the way until 2 or 3 am. And when the clock strikes midnight, we hug each family member and friend reunited in the house and wish them a Merry Christmas.
Let's not mention that for the past two years, I've been in my room during that time. And I usually just came out when the clock struck midnight. See? I don't have the spirit anymore.
But I mean, sure. I'm all in for the food and dressing nice for that night. I even went Christmas shopping the other day—not to buy presents, but to buy clothes for me.
Another tradition is the making of a feast for like an entire army. My aunt makes a load of food that can last for an entire week. Recalentado is good, but only for a couple of days. But, oh my God, the food is so delicious, I can't stop eating all the night.
And of course, at midnight, we trade presents. We don't wait for the morning— business always goes down after midnight. Opening presents? Midnight. Eating more food? Midnight. Getting more wasted than you are allowed to? Midnight.
It is always after midnight that the crazy cousin has had just two beers and is already flaunting her ass in the living room and trying to hit on her relative's cute boyfriend.
I've seen this happen, and it is so cringy.
But after a couple drinks and accepting the fact of how sad your life is, you get to enjoy the night. Even if that means waking up with the biggest hangover ever. But it happens, you get me. It's a time to have fun, so why not blackout by the end of the night? And I'm pretty sure I might need one since I got an F in a class... I love life.
