By Christian Robic M. Hermosa
Associate Editor / Grade 11

Putting it mildly, being a sensitive person in the season of Christmas can be mind-boggling.

The blinking lights streaming down the walls, the greens and reds, the social gatherings and colorful parties, the rush of shoppers and the marvelous engagement of the Christmas spirit can make it feel like I’m on a roller-coaster rushing downhill, but at the same time wanting to disembark from it.

exhausted-during-christmasWhile it is enjoyable and awesome, it can be a little too excessive – too much and, poof! We may end up not enjoying the season, ending up being exhausted and in fray.

The word “sensitivity” means that you feel things deeply; this includes both sensory information such as sounds, colors and smells, and emotional information, both feelings of other people and of your own.

If you are a person like me who gets emotional and nostalgic, making a ridiculous half-smiling face, just by having a glance of Christmas lights twinkling in darkness; or who gets attached, hugging a pillow, silently crying, witnessing a dramatic scene where the character makes his last wish lying in a hospital bed, then you are definitely a sensitive person.

Being sensitive doesn’t necessarily mean that the things you perceive are too loud, too saturated with color, or too strong to smell. When we take in good sensory or emotional input, we are able to sense a poetic kind of warmth and joy, and an impression of beauty and artistry that others cannot even recognize.

Simply, what this signifies is that it only takes a little amount of effort to impress, astound, or make us happy and satisfied. We don’t need a million of shimmering Christmas lights, a party every single day, neither an elephant-sized nor an expensive gift, what we simply need are simple presents.

filipino-carolingAs a matter of fact, what is amazing is that the quietest greeting of “Merry Christmas,” the faintest carols, and the smallest of things are enough to fill our hearts with bliss.

During my stay in beaches, there were no days that I woke up sooner than five in the morning. I was always happily watching the rising sun light up the calm beach as I ran across the shore with my feet powdered with white sand, it’s as if I was a child again, forgetting all the darkness of the world. At home, I can play my favorite music making it feel as majestic as the cathedrals in Rome.

The smallest gestures from people matters so much too. It is always a battle to cope up and keep the negative moods of others at a distance. But when they are happy, I glow and light up— and it doesn’t need a grand intimation.


A simple courtesy in school, a “hi” from a friend and a smile from a classmate are all special— and all it takes is genuineness, a sincere kindness. And when those natural actions come from someone they love, the sensitive person within them ascends; they would feel like levitating, with a heart wide open and beating in tune, radiating happiness beyond words.

It doesn’t matter what kind of gifts and encounters we come across, may it be tiny or enormous, the greatest part about being a highly sensitive person at Christmas is the present we already have: an incredible and an amazing gratitude of the simplest things in life. Being capable of witnessing the good and beauty everywhere, in everything and in everyone is a gift I will always cherish.

What we need are simple presents.

Bosconian Odyssey, Vol. 18 (No. 1), December 2016: 30-31.