By Raïssa Robles
Over 10,000 funerals resulting from President Rodrigo Duterte’s “war on drugs”.
Fire and rain in Davao City shortly before Christmas. Floods in the central and southern parts of the country.
Twenty people, rushing to celebrate Christmas, dying instantly in a head-on collision of a passenger jeep and a bus in the north.
And yet, and yet, despite all these, we bravely celebrate Christmas, setting up candles to light the enfolding darkness if only briefly.
As a child, I used to equate Christmas with how many presents and how much money I got from elderly relatives who only required a peck on the cheek or a quick hug for a crisp note from the bank.
Today, I do see through the mirror darkly.
Through all that haze and obscurity, I see brave men and women working tirelessly to preserve our freedoms. I see friends who remain friends despite adversity. And I see new friends who insist on being my friend despite the prevailing toxicity. Somehow, they heal the pain of betrayals.
All these are reasons to celebrate Christmas!
I would like to thank members of Cyber Plaza Miranda—who continue to come this site and comment—despite my erratic postings.
My Twitter and Facebook friends.
Those who e-mail me directly with suggestions, words of encouragement, tips for stories, or even to scold me for what I’ve written.
My friends who have been friends since childhood and youth.
You are all precious to me.
Oh, by the way, my hubby Alan rewrote the lyrics of this popular Christmas Carol for you, guys.
The Death Days of Christmas
by Alan Robles
On the second day of Christmas my true labs gave to me: two fentanyl and a psycho in the palace
On the third day of Christmas my true labs gave to me: three tandems, two fentanyl and a psycho in the palace
On the fourth day of Christmas my true labs gave to me: four nanlaban, three tandems, two fentanyl and a psycho in the palace…
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