"I never expected Christmas to be like this" she said as she slowly clears the tears from her swollen eyes. "Me neither" was all the thought he would say, but the words went lost in confusion as he clears his throat in despair. So he simply drew her near to lessen the space between them, but the distance he made was too great to carry. She hid her face inside her hair and hands. He hid inside his closed his eyes. He felt her sobs and can only kiss her forehead. So he did.
The chants of carols outside tried to drown the silence. The glittering Christmas lights tried to consume the night time. The neighbor's laughter, the out-of-tune-videoke singing, the naughty kids' fire crackers, the raging cars and tricycles -- all tried to take away the moment. But they both know nothing would change their emotions. Nothing about Christmas would ever be the same again.
The sobbing faded into slow intervals, and he offered her a cloth for the tears. They looked at each other and nodded, understanding that there are presents to open, noche buena to share and Christmas songs to sing with the kids and the family. He held her hands and slowly they went down the stairs to be greeted by an actively busy boy shouting "Ma look at my gifts!" His eyes were wide with pure honesty and joy. He took his parents hands and lead them into the pile of gifts being rummaged. It was a picture-perfect Christmas scene, one which would remind you of a black-and-white Christmas movie: The one with the happy ending.
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