By Tatin Yang
It is late as we write this. We’ve been on standby for a call from somewhere close to the North Pole. No, the call won’t be coming from Santa Claus, but rather from Ezra Miller. Yes, Ezra Miller, who brought chills down our spines when he played Tilda Swinton’s crazy son in “We Need To Talk About Kevin.” Miller is most remembered for recently playing the brilliant and tender-hearted Patrick in “The Perks of Being a Wallflower.”
Not Quite ThereBy Chit Roces
When is the right time to tell children the truth about Santa Claus? For my own children, the telling was provoked by a question from a daughter—an innocent question that elicited a guilty, if untimely, confession from a parent whose own enthusiasm for the whole charade had been on the wane.
A record number of calls from children (and some adults) swamped a US Air Force base as Santa Claus completed a whirlwind journey around the globe—the callers wanted to know everything from Saint Nick’s age to how reindeer fly.
MenuBy Margaux Salcedo
It’s that time of year again when we all get to play Santa Claus. As I grow older, I debate whether to just have a signature gift or to reinvent my yuletide basket of goods annually. Of course the latter is far more fun and offers an excellent excuse for shopaholics.
CyberMaxBy Tatin Yang
We seem headed on a collision course with Christmas, given the speed and frenzy of its arrival this year. If you’re one of those über organized people who do their holiday shopping in August and are done by September, we both hate and envy you.
By Philip C. Tubeza
Santa Claus can go ho-ho-ho even in Bangsamoro. You can have a pig in the backyard, and eat it, too. Christians can eat lechon there. Or raise pigs. No problem. The assurance comes from Ghazali Jaafar, vice chair for political affairs of the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) that has signed a preliminary agreement to end the Muslim insurgency in Mindanao by establishing a new autonomous region there, to be called Bangsamoro.
By Mara Coson
Direk, that’s what I am called because of film-industry protocol, though I’ve never directed anything but fictional characters and a Santa Claus cut-out taped to a magnet. I flinch at the name but for today I’m meant to turn around. “How is it?” People stand by. I have a look at the video through the camera. The amps are ready to be brought back underneath the tents because the rain clouds are right above us. The signs had already gotten a little bit wet from the last intermission of rain. What was being played back to me all came from a folded piece of paper in my pocket, of dotted lines, stick figures and loose timing.
By Pam Pastor
Super reader Jenn Besonia has one wish this Christmas: She wants to play Santa. Jenn, a senior Accountancy student at PUP with a passion for writing, said, “It’s Christmas. It may sound like a cliché, but Christmas is about giving. This is a great opportunity to play Santa.”
The letter came from Italy, addressed “Babbo Natale,” but that was enough to reach this frozen, far-north address, along with hundreds of thousands like it from around the world.