I Spent Christmas Day with the Red Cup and Guess What

December 4, 2015

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  What happened to me last Christmas changed my life…forever.

  It was December 24, 2014 and Makati was busy as hell. This is not the Christmas that I expected. I thought my Christmas Eve will be kind of peaceful because everyone’s already at home preparing for Christmas Day. But I guess, it’s not like that for yuppies.

  Some are having their last minute shopping while some are chasing the last trip going to their provinces just to be away from the city for the holidays. While the independent ones are spending the Yule at coffee shops or just staying at home. And as for me, who just got in a few months before Christmas, I have to go on duty for the graveyard shift. You know, BPO.

  I am 30 minutes early for my 7pm shift. I just saw some of the team leaders packing their things, bidding everyone goodbye, and greeting everyone a Merry Christmas. What do you expect?

  As I put my things on my table, I saw a ginger bread man cookie and a red cup from Starbucks. Mocha Peppermint. It’s from Annie–the supervisor, who is also staying with me.

  I started to work. And to have the Christmas feels, I started playing Christmas songs on my player. I even responded on all Christmas greetings via text message and personal message on Facebook. I still want to enjoy Christmas.

  So yeah, I celebrated Christmas working. I didn’t take my break so I can punch out by exactly 3am and have some time to sleep.

  To make it short, by 3am I got in to the staff room. Put my red cup on the side table. No one’s staying in because it’s Christmas and it’s my time to shine and sleep like Santa’s elf, so tired of giving away gifts. But again, this is not the Christmas I expected.

  It was 3am and I just laid my head on the pillow when the staff room door opened. A figure of a slim girl with long hair appeared in silhouette. It’s Annie, who else? I went back to sleep and covered my eyes with a pillow. But I heard stilettos approaching my bunk. I ignored. I heard zippers opening. I ignored. Annie’s scent was so near. I still ignored. Until I heard her calling my name.

  “Jim.”

  “Whuttttt?”, I replied with a sleepy voice.

  “Jim.” And I felt her long fingers removing my belt.

  “Oh, crap.” I tried to get away from her but it’s too late. When I got up from lying my mouth was caught by Annie’s lips. Everything was so fast as if we’re doing it with the music on. The lights were off and the door was locked. No one among us wants to stop.

  There were moments when we’re grooving with Jingle Bell Rock and moments when we’re dancing through Silent Night. But there was a moment that in the midst of kissing her hard she pulled away, she whispered, “Merry Christmas.”

  And what happened next was history. You know it.

  I woke up and it’s already lunch time. I looked at my phone and saw a red cup from Starbucks again. Toffeenut. Beside it was a note, “Sorry for making you tired on Christmas day.”

  I want to laugh but at the back of my mind, “What did I just do?”

  I got up and dressed myself up. I went out of the door rushing with the coffee on hand. I saw her at the pantry having coffee. I approached her and I tried to apologize. And she just smiled and said, “I like you.” I sighed. I was so unsure of my feelings toward this girl. I walked away but after a few moments I went back.

  “Okay. I like you, too. Let’s talk about this when we get back.” I kissed her on the forehead.

  “Go home, Annie.”

  And she nodded.

  When I got back from holidays, 26th, there was a red cup again on my table. It has a note, “See you later at staff room.” Guess what, it has fruit cake beside it.

  The situation made me a bit crazy but I’m getting used to it.

  So, you get it, until 2015 came we’re spending it inside that staff room. And no one really cares. I like it, anyway.

  To cut it short, Annie, my supervisor became my girlfriend. That risk she took on Christmas day changed our lives forever. Now, I’m spending every holiday with her. No red cups. Just red lingerie.

   

  (Jim and Annie are products of pure imagination. Any situation similar to their is a total coincidence.)

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