Little Memories Spark Much Joy.
Do you have a Christmas tradition ? I don't. Our family is one of those that never celebrated Christmas. I've always felt left out around this time of the year. Like I was peering from above, into all the festivities, but never a part of any, although for an anti social like me, that is the dream 😅. This is just one among the many times, my blessing, my Mommy has come through for me.
The year is 2010, picture a much younger, prepuberty me, for those who actually know me, knows that there isn't much of a difference from the present, adult me (just putting it out there, for Venus to work her magic). Anyway, I remember pestering Mom every year about a Christmas celebration or just a little bit of sparkle. But the answer was always "No" but persistent little me 😇 kept at it, and this year was no different. To set the scene a little more, I have to mention, this was the year my older brother left for college, the older one not the oldest, I was all about the gloom and doom. Which meant double skipping, happy-go-lucky me was just slightly less "skippy". Ooo! Do you know Skippy the Bush Kangaroo? Skippy, Skippy, Skippy the Bush Kangaroo ♪♩. My brother used to love that (the oldest one not the older one) Wait.. what was I talking about? aah yes! Gloom and Doom. As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by my easily distracted mind, the house was quiet.
One such quiet day, my uncle and aunt decided to take me out with them while my parents were at work. We spent the whole day, doing what ? I don't know, it was 9 years ago I don't remember all the details. Anywho, they dropped me back home around 7 in the evening. As the car slowed to a stop, there was a collective gasp in the car, we could see our balcony ablaze in orange. My uncle told me to run upstairs and check (come to think of it, did my uncle just send me up to a possible fire? Hmm, interesting🤔) and I did as I was told. I carefully entered the house, walked through the hall and into my parents' bedroom and there I saw it, standing on the counter, right next to the balcony. Sparkling bright yellow, and red was the cutest little Christmas tree but my eyes immediately fell on my Mommy. She just stood there, beaming wide and proud gauging my reaction. And boy oh boy did I have a reaction! I flipped out, I was so excited and giddy with joy. With all the excitement, I completely forgot that my uncle was waiting downstairs to make sure the house wasn't on fire😅. That little tree was out every Christmas for the next 3 years, till I went off to college.
To quote one of my favourite people "All our lives, especially being Indian kids, it's mainly comparison or disapproval rather than the rare moments of appreciation we receive." So this holiday season remember to count your blessings and let people know what and how much they mean to you 😀.
Until next time.. Cheers!
The year is 2010, picture a much younger, prepuberty me, for those who actually know me, knows that there isn't much of a difference from the present, adult me (just putting it out there, for Venus to work her magic). Anyway, I remember pestering Mom every year about a Christmas celebration or just a little bit of sparkle. But the answer was always "No" but persistent little me 😇 kept at it, and this year was no different. To set the scene a little more, I have to mention, this was the year my older brother left for college, the older one not the oldest, I was all about the gloom and doom. Which meant double skipping, happy-go-lucky me was just slightly less "skippy". Ooo! Do you know Skippy the Bush Kangaroo? Skippy, Skippy, Skippy the Bush Kangaroo ♪♩. My brother used to love that (the oldest one not the older one) Wait.. what was I talking about? aah yes! Gloom and Doom. As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by my easily distracted mind, the house was quiet.
One such quiet day, my uncle and aunt decided to take me out with them while my parents were at work. We spent the whole day, doing what ? I don't know, it was 9 years ago I don't remember all the details. Anywho, they dropped me back home around 7 in the evening. As the car slowed to a stop, there was a collective gasp in the car, we could see our balcony ablaze in orange. My uncle told me to run upstairs and check (come to think of it, did my uncle just send me up to a possible fire? Hmm, interesting🤔) and I did as I was told. I carefully entered the house, walked through the hall and into my parents' bedroom and there I saw it, standing on the counter, right next to the balcony. Sparkling bright yellow, and red was the cutest little Christmas tree but my eyes immediately fell on my Mommy. She just stood there, beaming wide and proud gauging my reaction. And boy oh boy did I have a reaction! I flipped out, I was so excited and giddy with joy. With all the excitement, I completely forgot that my uncle was waiting downstairs to make sure the house wasn't on fire😅. That little tree was out every Christmas for the next 3 years, till I went off to college.
To quote one of my favourite people "All our lives, especially being Indian kids, it's mainly comparison or disapproval rather than the rare moments of appreciation we receive." So this holiday season remember to count your blessings and let people know what and how much they mean to you 😀.
Until next time.. Cheers!
And now there's a bigger tree
ReplyDelete?
There is but as adults, we're too lazy to set it up 😅
DeleteChaachppaa :)
ReplyDelete