The fulfillment of an ageless, timeless prophesy. A silent night indeed. And pretty much a holy one too.
I'd been looking forward to Christmas all semester and for the opportunity to reunite with close friends and loved ones I'd missed terribly the past few months. So when Christmas eve came round, one can imagine just how thrilled I was. Little did I foresee or expect, though, the dizzy spells that hit after the 9:30pm mass at the Cathedral of the Good Shepherd, which rendered me unwell to attend the gatherings that evening.
Christmas day was spent mostly in my room, with the exception of a short lunch with Dannel and an external family dinner hosted by my parents at our new home. Late-night plans that evening was also cancelled.
Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe what I really needed this Christmas was peaceful time to myself - something I haven't been able to enjoy and embrace for some time now. This year has been a real hectic one - both the army chapters and the university chapters - which made quiet, reflective time with myself this Christmas possibly "the most wonderful time of the year".
But I'm still looking forward to meeting up with close friends and giving them each a big hug. And I'm still excited about giving out the presents I had prepared. I've yet to spread joy even once this season. They're all still sitting under my tree. All in good time.
