Literary
The Holiday Anthology: The Christ in Christmas
By Marie Santos
December 19, 2025
2-min read
Copyread by Tyra Lucero and Merill Josiah Franco
Literary
The Holiday Anthology: The Christ in Christmas
By Marie Santos
December 19, 2025
2-min read
Copyread by Tyra Lucero and Merill Josiah Franco
I learned what Christmas truly meant the night the cold became unbearable. It was yet another ever-cold Christmas, a shiver that never fails to run down my spine. Another Christmas spent in a freezing tent built on scavenged materials, surviving on cold food from trashbags, and colder glares from strangers on the streets. This wasn’t any different from last year, the year before, or any other day this year—it all felt the same. The only difference was how brighter the streets were, the joyous jingle that echoed in every corner of the alley, families smiling brighter than usual, and the festive spirit that drenched the whole city. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling the slightest envy for these people who walk past me like I’m some stray animal, I’d be lying if I were to say this was all too fair. Yet, even at the coldest of the winter nights, I was reminded of the one luxury Our Lord had given me: to be able to experience another Christmas.
As my feet marched forward, shivering from the sheer biting cold of the weather, I felt the subtle warmth that trailed behind me. The kind of warmth that tells me I am not alone in this, the kind of warmth that empathizes with me. His comforting divine presence accompanied me the night I was feeling a soft ache of wanting for a simple hope that, despite everything, I was seen and not forgotten. His presence whispered, “I am here,” and for all I knew—this moment is the only thing that mattered. I stood still, reflecting. The wind caressed my face as though it was wiping the tears that came streaming down my face. This pause in time made me realize that Christmas was never just about food, gifts, or celebrations—but also the very being we are meant to rejoice with. A lot of people tend to forget the very essence of Christmas as they get caught up with drinking champagne by a flaming bonfire, unwrapping presents, and feasting on meals. But for me, it is in the quiet moments of faith, hope, and gratitude—standing bare and visible before God, that the true spirit of Christmas truly shines.