Another day of learning! Walking home with hope…
10 grader, Naika’s Christmas
I live in Pele, a small neighborhood in Haiti. Every December, Christmas feels special, even though life is not always easy. The spirit of Christmas—love, music, and togetherness—is alive in our community.
At the beginning of the month, I help my family clean the house and decorate it. We use colored paper, handmade decorations, and sometimes a small tree. It’s simple, but it makes me happy.
On Christmas Eve, we celebrate Réveillon. I stay awake late with my family. We sing, dance, talk, and play music. I hear the sound of kompa and Christmas songs coming from the neighbors’ houses. For a moment, everything feels warm and joyful.
We also go to church. We pray and thank God for keeping us safe. My faith gives me strength, especially when life is hard.
At home, we share a Christmas meal. I eat rice and beans, fried chicken or turkey sauce, macaroni au gratin, salad, and sometimes sweet crémas. Even when there isn’t much, we share everything with love.
In the past, I used to visit neighbors, buy candies, and play with small fireworks. Today, things have changed. Insecurity has changed everything. Many families stay home to protect themselves. The streets are quieter, and visits are fewer. We celebrate earlier and more carefully.
Still, Christmas does not lose its meaning. There may not be many gifts, but there is laughter, prayer, and togetherness. On Christmas Day, I visit family and friends, saying softly, “Merry Christmas.”
For me, Christmas in Pele is not about expensive presents. It’s about faith, family, hope, and the strength to keep going, even when life is hard.