There were no bombastic fireworks nor loud music that Christmas eve. Just My Hubby,my son,My sister and her baby, my Brother, a cousin, and of course Mom and dad.
Nothing fancy for dinner. Just a simple ball of sweet ham, some pasta and the efervescent liquor in all types and shade. My son singing and warbling and dancing to the songs of The Polar Express on HBO while I prepared the pasta and some graham tiramisu.
On Christmas morning, my son was still that boisterous lil' one up and about bugging everyone with his plastic rider. Dad was seated on a chair holding my two-month old niece when my son decided to clamber on that empty chair beside them so he could have a good view and hold baby Gilian. ...
Looking at his grandkids, Dad took a big sigh and uttered lovingly and sadly, in broken tagalog.."hmm...too bad, your Lola has nothing to give you little ones for Christmas. " ..
The way he said it was so like "bam!" but with a soft thud... I just had to smile then quickly look away as tears were beginning to blur my view. My son just looked on, listening intently to his Lolo with that innocent gaze like he knows what his lolo was saying anyway.
I couldn't resist but watch them after suppressing my tears. Dad with baby Gil and my son..on a Christmas Day. I know my parents love their grandkids and they want to be as doting to them as any grandparents should. That day was no ordinary one.Having them all together was, to me, a very happy scene. I would put it as like looking at a simple picture and walking away with that unexplainable bliss.
Mom has stopped working, leaving all the cudgels to dad. That made the gravy train come in halves making the household stretch all there is. I dont expect my parents to shower their grandkids with gifts on days like Christmas. It's enough for me to see them being loved well by mom and dad.
So on that Christmas, I raise my head up high in praise and gratefulness to The Great Povidence for that great moment and for many more like those to come... 
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