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The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022
The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018
Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018
Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Sunday, September 30, 2007
5:53 PM |
Early Christmas
Before you ask, "What's that silly Christmas countdown code doing in this blog?" Here's my answer: I'm a Christmas freak.* To be more precise: I'm a Christmas freak
many, many weeks before the fact, and then -- around the end of November, somewhere near the season itself -- I lose interest with the so-called Christmas spirit when everybody's just starting to get their Christmas cheer. I used to be worse: I would celebrate Christmas in mid-July, singing carols along with my CD player with the volume turned high. Last Thursday, I was spending the day at home (doing work) while listening to Carly Simon, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Perry Como, The Carpenters, Nat King Cole, Michael Buble, Barbra Streisand, and Mariah Carey do their cover versions of old favorites. The weather was nippy, and it was perfect. The two most popular seem to be "The Christmas Song" and "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," two songs that are actually more nostalgic and sad than joyful -- which, of course, begs the question:
do we actually love Christmas for its subtle suggestions of sadness, of longing, of having fallen short for its cheerful demands for family-togetherness and giving? It's a celebration for our fondest wishes that seem remote. Maybe that's why the best Christmases in our lives always seem to be in our childhood. We were much too innocent then, easily taken in by the holiday tinsels and the flash of
noche buena and fireworks. And then we become adults, and suddenly, Santa's dead.
Merry early Christmas, everybody.
*It's also to remind me I have some serious early shopping to do before it becomes too crazy
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