Its that time of the year soon when it is the hustling/bustling of the Christmas, Certain cities have started Santa’s parade and all I hear these days is the kids trying to be good so Santa can bring good gifts for them. Its the season of love and sharing I call it and though its cold I love to walk the malls and store front just to sniff the smell of Christmas in the air.
Yes! the beautiful displays and the rich aroma of the scent of the season still gets me excited every year. It is a season of love and taking stock of how the year had gone but above all it is a season of joy, the joy of a saviour born to the world. The special feelings makes every Christmas what it is to me and this year is no different The only difference is, I took a trip two days ago as I sat looking out the window of my bedroom at all the leaves gone from the trees that my special tie of the year is round the corner and i reflected on the “ghost of Christmas past” by Charles Dickens.
Hmmm! or is it the movie “Scrooge, I am the ghost of Christmas past” No way mine was not like Scrooge ghost but of fond ghost of childhood spent looking forward to this season with much planning, shopping and outings.It is a time for family visitations and gatherings. The gift of love is the greatest shared among families at this time, for us, it was all about food, food, food then not toys.
I can recall the plans for christmas then, first with getting us new clothes for Christmas and then new year. Meaning we get to have two brand new clothes plus shoes of our choice. Then comes the next step buying of food for the festive celebration. it was the days of buying live chicken
and kids were in charge of taking care of the animal before it is killed either on the eve of Christmas or on Christmas morning.
What fun we had then visiting our friends and families, eating all day long rice and chicken and receiving gifts of money. It was sheer joy because by evening we were all worn out and ready to sleep all day on boxing day, tired little feet walk all through the city on Christmas day sometimes on shoes that were either too high on walking round the city on or just not meant to be worn for walking.
But did we ever mind? No way, it was fun and we were ready to hit the roads again on the first of January. Oh! such ample fun we had. Do kids these days have fun, as we did then maybe but in their own way just like we had too.