1st Birthday Party. You're too young to care and enjoy. People go to your party to eat amazing food (1st birthday party foods are usually better than good because it's the first the family tends to overdo the first one, really) and watch you drool over your mom's (or maybe your dad's or the yaya's) sleeve. And hey, no one's complaining because at age 1 everything is considered cute.
Christmas When You're One. Chances are you're probably asleep with your parents "oohhh-ing" and "awww-ing" about how great it is to spend their first Christmas with you--although you don't know what the hell is happening.
7th Birthday Party. You (or your parents) invite your "friends"--but you and I know they're the same people who bully you at school and at the playground--(and their guardians) to a party with prizes, clowns, cake, ice cream, spaghetti.... and if you're lucky, magic. Everybody's nice because hey, it's your party.
Christmas When You're Seven. Or when you're young. You and your family troop over some relatives' place for a big reunion--or maybe your family is the one hosting the ritualistic event. You (and your equally young and pissed) cousins are tasked and sometimes bullied into performing something that shows how cute and talented and fun kid all of you are. It's either belting out any Celine Dion song (to knock their socks off) or singing and dancing to the latest dance craze. For seven year olds this year, it would be "Nobody, Nobody But You."
16th Birthday Party. You're not quite sure what to do, who to invite and what the theme is gonan be (if there is gonna be one) so you just go with the "safe" choices of either just treating some friends out to dinner (or at home) or not having a party altogether.
Christmas When You're Sixteen. You spend most of the time, during the annual family reunion, locked up in the attic (or somewhere) telling the kids horror stories or watching cable in your uncle's and aunt's room.
18th Birthday Party. Finally, the day when you're allowed to do something you want. Either have a grand party complete with dresses, tuxes, ties and 18-somethings or you just treat all the cool people you know out for drinks. Yes, you're legally do buy what you want to drink so might as well exercise it.
Christmas When You're Eighteen. You're allowed to drink with the "adults." You're offered drinks and obliged to drink them. Yay! for some. And for some lucky ones, they're allowed to get drunk.
20th Birthday Party. You feel somewhat nostalgic for not being a teen-ager anymore although you know deep down you have done a lot of not-so-teen stuff when you're halfway through the last decade of your teen years. You definitely treat people out for drinks... and do some other stuff 20-somethings do--whatever that may be.
Christmas When You're Twenty. You actively participate in organizing your barkada's Christmas Party because you realized it is more fun to celebrate Christmas (even an early one) with your friends and/or classmates. You do "fun stuff twenty-somethings" do, and try to forget about these things the morning after.
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Although this is not a verbatim transcription (Hahaha, alam na) of what my Christmas and Birthdays are like, I can safely say this is an honest guess of what usually happens on Christmases and Birthdays during these "formative" (haha) years. And since I haven't gone past twenty I have yet to experience what Birthdays and Christmas are like when you're twenty-one and so on. So tune in for updates. Haha
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