Here in the Philippines, people start celebrating Christmas at the beginning of September. Well, not everyone does it, but expect to hear Christmas songs over the radio (and at the malls!) on September 1. If you're on Twitter, you'd know that #MerryChristmas was a trending topic on that day.
September's almost over now, and for the nth year in a row, I have failed to uphold a promise I made to a learner many many years ago. This learner is one of those whom I will never forget - let's call her Virginie. She was an older woman who taught me a lot of things - maybe more than I taught her English. One thing she told me: we create our own traditions, traditions that we will cherish for the rest of our lives.
She asked me to promise her to always decorate for Christmas. It was a trivial thing, in my mind. My mom never really put much stock on decorating for Christmas (the most we had I think were C6 led christmas lights). I decided to give it a try, but I never really got around to it.
As I sit here on a Saturday morning - afternoon, rather - I remember that conversation. I remember how hopeful I was, how I was looking forward to creating our own traditions.
I suppose it works for some people. Now, I look to the future - one with any foreseeable creation of traditions. And you know what? I am way too excited for my own good!
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