Christmas Nostalgic

It's a little past two a.m. on the morning of December 25 and the house is already quiet.  I've finished washing the dis after the Noche Buena and I'm also ready to catch my sleep.

I remember when I was a kid, the revelry would be reaching its peak just about this time. Back then, the midnight mass began (not ended) at midnight.  We would be coming back home a little after one.

It was the job of the youngest member of the family to call out the recipients and hand out the gifts.  That was my brother's job for several years.  Our cousins who lived in the city would be spending the night at our house.  So there was definitely a crowd in the house.

Things do change.  My cousins have gone on with their own lives.  They have started their own families and their own traditions.  So too have we.  People leave this life and so we make adjustments.

And life goes on