What are the themes of stories of macarios noche buena?

Answer 1

MACARIO'S NOCHE BUENA

Tracila Malabanan Katigbak

Nobody knew anything about macario's early life; but everybody knew that he was a robber, the chief of a gang which used to haunt the country about the shores of laguna de bay and rob merchants coming from manila. it was in the days when no railroad line existed in the Philippines, when all trips by water had to be made by bancas, cascos, and small, slow steamboats, and all overland journeys had to be made in carromatas, carts, or on horseback. macario was known to be the fiercest among the highwaymen. he had foiled all ateempts of the guardias civiles to capture him. a price was set on his head.

It was nine o'clock on a Christmas Eve. The past week macario and his gang had had plenty to do, for it was the week when many merchants went to manila and back to their towns. Macario was alone. He stationed himself in a grove of bamboo trees a little distance from the solitary road some miles from the town of calamba. The night was dark and a cool wind was blowing across the lonely fields, making the bamboo tops bend and wave. What was there strange NT the sound of the wind as it sighed among the bamboo leaves? nothing! Only that it had a remorseful sound, as of an upbraiding conscience daring to assert itself. That sound was most disquieting to the nerves it made macario restless. He wished someone would come up the road, someone that would make him turn that restless into action. He even wished that some guardias civiles would come, he wished to drown the voice of that wind in the excitement of a fight. While he was walking back and forth among the bamboo trees, he heard the sound of hoofbeats in the distance. "Ah" said he, "I shall have my wish at last". He went nearer the road and stood beside a tree.

When the hoofbeats sounded nearer, he discerned a dark object, hardly perceptible in the obscurity around. "halt" cried macario as he rushed toward that moving figure. "Halt or you are dead man!" the hoofbeats ceased simultaneously with his cry macario found himself face to face with a man riding on a horse. The man was alone. There was nothing martial about him, he was a merchant and he had two baskets on each side of his horse. The bandit took the horse by the bridle without a word and led it across the fields to the door of a nipa shack. "I want money," macario said as soon as they were inside the shack and he had brought in the baskets. The man gave him five pesos saying that he had no more. The robber then proceeded to open the baskets and examine their contents, which were mostly groceries. The merchant had gone to manila expressily to buy these, not for sale, because he dealt only in cloth, but to regale his friends, his many nephews, nieces, cousins and his own children the next day, Christmas. The robber felt to the very bottom of a basket and drew out a large box. He opened it. It contained toys of all sorts-two or three dolls of different sizes, small green carriages drawn by red horses and a little drum. He took the drum and seemed to forget everything else as he held it. He regarded it with wistfulness, turned it round and round, tried beating it; it absorbed his whole interest.

What was there peculiar about a drum or about THE DRUM MACARIO WAS HOLDING? Ah! There are strong associations that can be awakened by small objects. The memory of our meeting with lost friend may be brought home to us by the sight of a simple flower; an alphabet book may recall to mind the long, tedious hours with a cruel schoolmaster, and the past may be revived by a trifling toy. Macario saw in the drum not a toy but an object associated with his early life. His mind traveled back, back to a small barrio in a distant province, to a particular time, to a certain Christmas Day. He saw a little boy going to his godfather's. he was wearing chinelas for the first time; they were red chinelas. He had a jusi shirt on, and a small buri hat. The little boy kissed his godfather's hand. The godfather took a little drum from a package and gave it to the boy, together with a half-peso piece. The little boy was himself. He was hum playing boy, together with other little boys dressed in the same way; he heard him beating his drum and telling his playmates about the big star which he had seen in church that morning, the star which started from the choir and moved up to the altar; and of the little baby lying down on some grass, and of the little sheep and goats there; yes, as the altar he saw little goats.

Other Christmas pictures came up before his mind in quick succession-picture in which he saw himself, each time older and grown larger. Then came one scene, the scene he had always dreaded, the scene which he would not have recalled for all the treasures he had stolen during his robber life and for what he might yet steal. It was Christmas eve again. He was now a tall young man. He was lurking among some trees near a path in a country district. He was mad, his blood was boiling; his long sharp bolo was thirsting fro blood as his heart thirsted for vengeance. The wind was blowing among the leaves of the trees; it incited him to more furious thoughts. Then his strained ears heard a sound, a snatch from an old country song. Ah! It was his enemy, singing; he who made this Christmas eve miserable for him. Macario asked nothing, explained nothing, he simply dashed forward to his enemy and made the long bolo work out his revenge. He saw his enemy fall, saw the body steeped in its own blood. He ran, ran….

The dreaded tulisan, stopping with his head in his hands, stood up and ran, ran out of the shack into the fields, into the road, into the arms of two guardias civiles!

In the same town some little children were unhappy although they received a peso from their father. The little boy did wish so much to get a drum and the little girls wanted dolls verybadly.

Answer 2

"Macario's Noche Buena" often explores themes of family, tradition, gratitude, and the spirit of Christmas. The story highlights the importance of coming together as a family, cherishing loved ones, and appreciating the blessings in one's life. It also underscores the idea of sharing and giving to those in need during the holiday season.

Answer 3

it is the story of a young boy grow old with vengeance ; thirsting with blood.