When you are someone who is born in the 90’s, there are so many things to get nostalgic about. Ours is the last generation before the technology shift took place. Like we as kids have seen best of both the World’s. We have lived in a place where everything worked in very traditional way and no one had any issues with it. Well, I am one such person who makes justice to be born in that beautiful period and have a habit of relating festivities with different things. Like I always relate this beautiful pink weather with Christmas. Whenever there are chills in the air particularly that pink climate, it an indication that its Christmas time. As kids the most beautiful part of festivities was vacation time,the fun we used to plan in advance to do in that period. No fancy parties or extraordinary gatherings but still we celebrated the best Christmas.
I have scanned the memory of the day in my head when mom told us,siblings the reason we celebrate Christmas.She also explained about an old man with lot of white beard wearing red dress and red cap comes with a bag full of gifts to give it to all good children. To further keep my mouth shut, she also told us he gifts only to those kids who eat whatever mom makes & serves, study regularly,don’t bring fights home and obey elders. That’s it, I made up my mind that day. Come whatever may I will be such a good kid that Santa will not give me one gift but two. I became actually a good kid. No bullying in school or housing society,no mischief’s inside home or outside,helping the one’s in need.
One whole year I acted as a good child and excitedly told all that this Christmas,Santa Claus uncle will be giving gifts only to me and had already passed word in school too that post vacation I will get all those gifts in school for all to see. I could see my parents getting curious and every time I mentioned about Santa Claus they exchanged looks. Then came 23rd December, I was waiting eagerly…from evening to night,night to midnight and then morning. Santa didn’t arrive that night. 24th December same things took place and still no signs of the sleigh or Santa uncle. On 25th December,amidst all celebration on hogging on cakes and chocolates,I was sitting with a question mark on my face,why I was not given gifts or least sent via someone. My little mind had already made up a plan to be my own self from next day on wards.
But something unexpected happened on 26th morning.I did received gifts but not from Santa. They were gifted to me by my parents. They loved my dedication and the way I kept up with my words to be a good kid. And me as a kid kept assuming that the gifts were sent to me by Santa Claus.
Moral,we always have some Santa around us,he/she keeps noticing our good work and rewards us on time to keep us going.
Kids in this genre have the boon of internet. I am sure when my kid asks me about celebrating Christmas and history behind it,he will be having his own version to contradict mine. And I would love to be part of this healthy discussion. But I will always encourage him to keep on doing good irrespective of the thing if our facts match or no.
Merry Christmas to all my readers. And don’t forget to be good.
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Well, what after that Christmas- Did i behave as a good kid or went to being my own self.I would like to know your answers. Do comment in the section below and let me know what you feel.