I have always known Christmas time to be fun time. I had neighbours who celebrated it, I had friends who decorated their Ashoka tree for the festival, and I went to a school, which made Christmas along with all other festivals special for me.
One of my strongest memories associated with the festival was that of giving and receiving. Not only did our teachers’ encouragement help us create our own little gifts for each other and the town’s Cheshire Home children, the enthusiasm that surrounded the festival resulted in tiny gifts for family members, neighbors and friends too.
Parents would always be dragged into the Yuletide mood simply because we wanted them to give and receive gifts, just like we did with friends and teachers in school. My mother always got an untidy Ikebana arrangement from me and my father would get a quote from the latest issue of the Readers’ Digest on a piece of card paper with flowers sketched around it.