Shuhei: Why are you sitting there?
me: Why not?
Shuhei: Don’t you wanna sing with us? We know you can sing.
me: Who said so?
Shuhei: You sing every night.
me: Sige diay kag kadungog nako. (So, you’ve always heard me.)
And so it was that after doing some “meee-ooo—woohhhs” to stretch my vocal chord up, I’ll be singing with my dormmates two love songs for Christmas. One’s in Japanese and the other’s mostly in English. Yes, two sad love songs for Christmas. Which prove what my roommate said,
“Christmas in Japan is for lovers. And I’m pressured to find a girlfriend (sighs).”
I really wanted to sing after all, and what I needed is a dormmate asking me why I chose sitting down than singing. After all, this isn’t whether my voice’s awful or otherwise, this is celebrating the beautiful gift of eternity.
Though the songs aren’t Rudolph-the-red-nosed-reindeer or Santa-Claus-is-coming-to-town, at least it’s about Love. Yeah, and Christmas is all about the greatest of loves. Shuhei, thanks for poking my head and making me realize this.
Truly, angels walk, or sing, among us.
