..."I’m dreaming of a White Christmas": the first carol I sang as a kid.holds my favourite...still till eternity
...Making or/and ultimately buying Christmas cards and gifts for everybody and anybody. Also for the humble self…
...Drawing endless Christmas trees on text books, desks, walls, hands and…any draw-able surface.
...Imagining the whole of North Pole…
...Winter-recess at school-but also not wanting to bye-bye with friends…
...My favourite home-English tutor Mrs. Kathleen-her bestowing of a fluent tongue and most importantly her home-mixed coconut-fruit Christmas cakes and the un-seconded egg-tomato round bread Easter sandwiches for Christmas.
...Helping Mrs. Kathleen to wrap up cakes and a bunch of goodies for her Christmas parties on Christmas-eve, on Christmas Day and on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day.
...Waiting for the parties, it’s superb climax-the great un-veiling of gifts.
...Plunging deep inside the podgy couch, and watching non-stop Christmas cartoon marathons on Cartoon Network. Christmas can never be complete without Cartoon Newtwork.
...Delivering Nahoums dark fruit cake, horse-shoe and other pastries from Kathleen at familial with papa.
...Decorating my own Christmas tree.
...Standing on the veranda, at night, ogling-stars, singing ‘silent night’ in near-perfect tune-feeling cold-And feeling good.
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…hoping to sight a sudden shooting star or better still-a sledge…
...Wondering if Santa would deliver gifts to Muslim kids-but, ending up with plentiful bounty, anyways always…
Christmas for me, is about believing---in miracles, not just that miracles exist, but the faith that, miracles do occur---
That some one will always deliver---That someone does, always, hover over you, like a silent, shiny star.
Having faith, means being a child.Being a child means having this faith. Being a child means, taking pride in what one believes in. For me Christmas is being in faith. In being a child. For me everyday is Christmas. Every day is a new miracle to believe in. Everyday, by believing, I negate the uncertainty and the cynicism, which means-growing up.Everyday, I don’t grow up, but I simple believe.
This for me is ChristmasAnd this is Christmas for me.
