I don’t actually celebrate it of course, not in the traditional way with a christmas tree and presents but I used to.
Despite our entire family being Buddhist for generations, we used to put up a massive tree with ornaments and then exchange presents.
No matter how cold or dreary or rainy the season was, Christmas morning dawned with a feeling of hope and the sense that anything could happen.
That sort of magic doesn’t happen anymore of course.
But even still, the thought that today is special remains at the back of my mind. A reminder that no matter how many plates you drop and glasses you crack, no matter how many times you spill your juice and stuff, it’s Christmas.
There was an almsgiving at our cousins’ place and it’s an annual affair so a whole lot of family members got together there after a long time. And it was nice.
Previously mentioned cousin-issues didn’t arise and the whole day was fun.
It was nice seeing all the extended family together. Us cousins, the grown up set, got together, shared stories and jokes and stuff and it was nice.
1. So maybe cousins aren’t as bad as I made them out to be in a previous post. When everyone’s grown up and most of your cousins are married and stuff, the occasional meet up is fun. You’ll hear stories about how you spinster aunt will always remain bitter and kind of a comic relief figure and how mischievous and annoying you yourself were. Good times.
And once again, have a merry Christmas and look forward to a very happy new year.