Christmas Morning

Lyrics

[Spoken] I wanted to write something on Christmas But especially for a Filipino But where do I even begin to write about the happiest day of the year? Where do I find it in myself to start saying That I love these cold nights I sip hot Milo too And these jackets I can finally slip myself into These lanterns at every street corner These angels in every tree as far as I can see And regardless of the infinite number of brake lights in my way And thе long lines in malls that stretch on from Sunday to Monday I love it I wantеd to write something on Christmas But how do I write about that happiest day of the year where Airports are more horrible than any time versus the other 364 days But that doesn't seem to matter when your hugging and Your mom nine long months after when you last saw her And your kneeling on that dirty airport floor With tears of joy that looks like a Jollibee ad And I swear if you listen enough You can hear background music I wanted to write about Christmas And if I wanted to, the best way that I could Then let me write about happiness The kind that feels like hearing your favorite song for the first time after hearing it a thousand times two years later If I were to write about Christmas Then let me write about love The kind that fills you up like an ocean that tries to fit itself in the shot glass we call the human body that wants nothing more In this world than to share every bit and drop of it with you If I were to write about Christmas Then let me write about happiness And if I were to do that Let me write about you Because you, my dear are every best present of the year I ever opened since I was five You are every first bite of every Christmas dinner of every night and every last bit and last bite of dessert And I wanted to write about Christmas Then let me just write about you Because you, my dear, are Christmas itself You're Christmas morning on the first day of September Surprising me like a Jose Mari Chan's song that plays on the radio Filling me with fuzzy things and feelings, I didn't know I could feel this early this year You, my dear, are the 11:59 of Christmas eve And the 12 AM of Christmas day And finally, when these decors have to go away again Took back and to bones and boxes to be kept away, you don't You stay And honestly, that is the happiest thing I can think of That I suppose I've never experienced on Christmas day