Christmas (well, we never tire to say it now, do we?) :D is fast approaching. And hark, everything is in the air: love, happiness, joy, the smell of food being cooked, the sweet scent of treats lingering in the wind and, of course, the ever foul-stench of pollution which may just turn out to be your Halitosis reminding you to constantly brush your teeth.
In addition to these pleasing sensations, music is also around us, and I am not talking about those cheesy Christmas carols your neighbors are playing all day just for the sake of it nor am I talking about the tone-deaf children who sing carols endlessly, monotonously and annoyingly. What I am talking about is something every one of us hears only during Christmas—that subtle something that can make even the most miserable miser smile....
Come now you know it, don’t you? No? then I’ll tell you. And it’s quite obvious really.
It’s the jingling. Now, now, don’t scoff. Haven’t you ever wondered why Jingle Bells was such a big hit despite it being utterly nonsense? Well, it’s the jingling part, you see. When the songwriter said “jingle bells, jingle bells...”I don’t think he really meant bells you see because the song Jingle Bells was written to impart on us a rather nasty subliminal message. Now, what could that message be? What could be jingling that could make us happy?
Well to answer one thing, it’s not PNOY’s campaign jingle. Nor is it Villar’s, and if you still haven’t figured out my seemingly cryptic talk, it’s the sound of money (coins to be definite) joyfully clinking, clanking, and jingling inside people’s pocket—change coming from bigger denominations after a well-deserved bonus. Sweet, subtle sound that is nevertheless omnipresent... trust me.
Christmas as was said before is the time of giving but before we cry our hearts out, we must also put in mind that Christmas is also the time for profiteering (donations, anyone? Puto-Bumbong? Or how about a shocking rendition of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” while we do a 360-degree somersault?).
But seriously, people, what is Christmas to you? For some it may be the time for that fat terrorist clad in red (what was his name again? Umm... Santa?) to raid our houses through chimneys (if there are houses in the Philippines with chimneys) so that he could put candy or coal in our Christmas socks so that in turn we find them ultimately dirty (naughty naughty Santa—to think that he keeps a list of naughty children, tut tut). For some it may be the time for buy and sell so that they can have rich foods to serve in Christmas Eve. And, for some, it may be the time to pester their godfathers and godmothers until they run dry from giving out presents.
How about you? What does Christmas mean to you? For us here at CopyPaste, it’s the thought that counts, really. However you may celebrate it, so long as you never forget its true meaning, it’s fine. Oh, and don’t forget to keep sending help to victims of Typhoon Sendong. Who knows, maybe that fat terrorist clad in red might just be you, right?
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