Christmas

| MARKETER Christmas â€" Down the Years! Christmas has always been a very special affair. Be it a four yr old or a 24 yr old me, the magic of Christmas by no means appears to fade out. As a tiny toddler, Christmas meant getting as much as the cane whack on my butt for the early morning mass at the little chapel in my boarding college at Kothamanagalam,Kerala. Hardly a feet from the bottom and surrounded by an ocean of penguin resembling nuns, I’d watch with awe the Priest enter the church together with his string of altar boys and rattle off a long preachy sermon in chaste Malayalam. This was followed by a lavish breakfast accompanied by the traditional Kerala hard-icing plum cake. Many extra years later, my Christmas’ have been spent in Vijayawada with family. The Christmas fervor would begin a great one month earlier than. Funnily though we had a full time house-maid cum child sitter, our complete household would swing into the ‘Annual Christmas Dusting-Cleaning-Sweeping’ m arathon ritual. I guess Christmas in our family meant a real purging affair : physique,mind,soul, surroundings â€" Chasing that agile cockroach around the house,rigorous dusting to the extent of sweeping folks off their ft, climbing up that partially broken ladder to explore and extinguish the spider cobwebs on the ceilings. This was just the tip of the drudgery ice-berg. After all those misadventures with the spiders and cockroaches alike, we needed to look our divine presentable best for Xmas. Mom would head us straight to the child’s store a lot to our angst and we must go through the torture of countless baby modelling classes. Only to end up shopping for the most funniest outfits that Vijayawada needed to supply. Butterfly sleeves,Zebra print horrors, Polka dot disastors, stunning yellow hot pants â€" I’ve truly been there and done that in the area of interest world of bizarre toddler Haute Couture. Anyways every darkish cloud has a silver lining and our silver ray of light got here in type of adorning our lil love nest. Playing Jim Reeves’ Christmas carols in the background, we'd all share some really magical household moments together whereas adorning the Christmas Tree, putting up the crib collectively and hoisting that brilliant little star. I keep in mind we’d grasp old greeting playing cards on a string along the room and exhibit new Christmas cards received from household & friends alike on the desk. Looking again, all of it seems juvenile but cute in a method.Then, Christmas could be a plain vanilla affair. Early morning mass adopted by a family getogether.Cake-slicing, Gift sharing, Wine ingesting….et all. As we grew up, Christmas only obtained greater and exciting. Christmas gave the entire household a purpose to fulfill up and spend some actually enjoyable moments collectively. Come Christmas, whichever part of the world we existed, we made it some extent to satisfy at a typical place each year. The get together would only begin durin g Christmas and the celebrations continued well past New Year. As we are saying, We pray onerous and party more durable!It’s always been fun to observe our aunts and uncles guzzle down the spirits and hit Cloud 9 in a couple of minutes. Needless to add, they’re at the entertaining greatest then. We would have a Lata Mangeshkar and Britney Spears, a Mohd Rafi and an Enrique Iglesias beneath the same roof. Great food, great music accompanied by hours of dancing well beyond midnite and speaking and chatting away to glory comprised the entire holiday season. Revealing all these lil hush secrets and techniques to my cousins, having ice-cream and indulging in comparable sinful temptations in the dead of the evening, cozying up with my cousins and later on having those pillow-fights,watching TV at 4:00am, going to bed at the daybreak and getting up well beyond afternoon â€" we had been in our own dream world for the whole vacation season. Parting after the whole vacation season was pro bably the most painful. But it had its own surprises …within the form of lil surprise gifts and soft toys left behind in my room by my cousins.And I’d discover them long after they’d gone. And all my disappointment would vanish away in a second on stumbling on those lil items. Maybe there’s no real life Santa Claus. But I still belive in Santa coz he’s in each certainly one of us. In my case, I met some actual life Santas in the type of my cousins,family & friends. As lengthy because the spirit of giving and universal brotherhood stays, so will the existence of Santa Claus. Christmas holds forth an identical story for households world over. A actual story of common love, brotherhood and a real celebration of life. The start of Christ signifies the enjoyment that's brought forth by forgiveness,giving, acceptance of life and God’s will specifically. May the Spirit of Christmas live on eternally and ever more! Merry Christmas to All! Ho….Ho….Ho…..Ho…..Ho……. Post navigation three comments Tina, By far your greatest weblog thus far. So vivid. I might feel and see all these locales, ceremonies, crowds, celebrations both in your childhood and rising up years and of course the present. U write equallly feelingly about the elegant a s properly because the ridiculous ( to wit chasing cockroaches and clearing spiders cobwebs) And all those funny new clothes u may ferret out from the Vijayawada retailers. Vijayawada is so damn hot. I bear in mind the Krishna canal passing thru the city and the clang of cycle riksha bells. The only solace in such a sizzling place is bottle after bottle of chilled beer. May God bless u Tina. I even have already wished u a merry xmas and joyful new 12 months elsewhere in your blogs. Peace on earth and goodwill amongst men! NB:-I Love these plum muffins from Kerala. Loads of dry fruits and rum go into the makng. Can kekep for months. If u have a piece pl ship it over. Like Like Liked you blogs and recollections so much.Here is mine -blog.blogspot.com Like Like Aww. Reminds me of Christmas I spent at my finest good friend’s house every year of my childhood, starting with cake, kalkals, marshmallows with toasted cononut milk toffee and marzipan followed by an exchange of presents and a discussion of what Santa received us and the way he might probably get some explicit gift via the window bars. Like Liked by 1 particular person Fill in your details under or click an icon to log in: