During the Yuletide season everyone tends to be in a different mood altogether and even the air itself smells and feels different, if you know what I mean. I’m not a Christian but where I come from, we all celebrate such festivities as one. During our Eid festivals, we make sure to include all our neighbors in our celebrations. We spend time with them, we eat together and give them gifts. When it’s also that time of the year at to celebrate Christmas, we are also not left out. That’s the beauty of society over here. Everyone looks forward to such times because it’s always a time to remember.
When I was way younger, things were a lot different than now that I’m an adult. Then, I didn’t have any responsibilities and all I had to do was wake up, eat, play and go to bed. When the festive season came, it was a different story all together. Then, the community we lived in was like one big extend family. During Christmas, it was always one party after another at this or that neighbors house. We used to dress in our finest clothes, with our beautiful smiles as wide as ever and made our way to have fun. We always came back home with red plastic bags filled with sweets, books and any other thing you could think of. We were allowed to be the kids that we were then because everything was made such that we would be happy.
It didn’t end there as there were always fun-fairs and beach trips here and there. Let me not forget the new year and Christmas gifts our neighbors never forgot to give us. We always had crates of drinks packed in our house, toffees were in abundance and how could I forget the almighty Piccadilly biscuits. They were the goat of our time. Nothing could beat the joy I felt anytime I sighted a Piccadilly biscuit box. That meant my first week in school was going to be lit because if be bringing the same snacks to school as everyone else. It was more like an unspoken rule.
How could I forgetting us binging home alone all day and also singing along to the numerous Christmas songs that were played after the show. Oh, what a time to be alive!
Honestly, these memories still live rent free in my head and anytime I think back to those times, I knew that those were the days. The days i can always look back to and smile so wide because I lived like I had no care in the world. When I think of Christmas, those are the times I remember the most because why not. At this point, it’s safe to say my childhood holds the best Christmas memories ever. Maybe that would change soon but for now, it is what it is.
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