Those were the days when Christmas happened to be a blast…. wishes, Cake, Red dress code, lightings, visit to church, beats of Christmas carols, gathering at Fatehgunj-a hub of young crowd in Baroda on christmas and 31st, dinner at decorated restaurant and lots of fun…gone are the days
Today my cousin asked me what are your Christmas plans!!!and that question opened up the doors of my past Christmas memories. How madly I used to celebrate Christmas!!!
I still remember that childhood innocence when I had strong faith in santa’s existence. And the faith was so deep that on Christmas eve I used to put a pair of socks under my pillow to get gift from Santa. And how can I forget my bro!!! So I used to put a pair of socks under his pillow too so he also can get gift from Santa. And then a nice sleep with the excitement to get up early in the morning to see what gifts santa has dropped into socks!!! Though next day seeing an empty socks was quite disappointing.:( I asked my brother whether he has got something from santa or not but he was too young at that time to understand what Santa is and what gift I am talking about. And see the heights of optimism I thought Santa would have found difficulty in opening the door as it was locked yesternight so what my little brain thought from next year I will hang the socks outside the door so when santa come to drop gift he would not find difficulty in dropping the gift because of doors locked!!!! But before the next Christmas came my grown up age made me understood that Santa lives in stories only.
So when next year Christmas came I told my brother that real Santa exists and you keep socks under your pillow next day you would find a gift. He did it following my words and guess what!!! next day when he got up a gift was waiting for him..now guess which Santa brought that one for him!!!! Yup It was me her Sis who became a santa for him....gone are the days
I love to smile remembering this incident which I have not shared with anyone so far. How innocent I was and stupid too…lol
During school days I literally used to pull my brother to come along with me in church on christmas. Going to church at Ffategunj and from there to Monginis for pastry and chocolates and then a nice dinner with Mom-Dad and Bro at restaurant where getting chocolates from Santa was the joy…gone are the days
With the days passing on friends became the company for Christmas celebration. Me n my gang of girls in red dress code, roaming around in Fatehgunj, exchanging gifts and chocolates, clicking snaps with santa and cherishing moments…..gone are the days
Now I don’t place socks under my pillow because I know Santa is not going to come, I don’t visit church because I find myself ‘busy’, I don’t eat cake and chocolates because have become health conscious , I don’t go to Fatehgunj because now I find that crowd nuisance…..Time changes memories don't.
Jingle bells jingle bells, jingle all the way……
Merry Christmas!!!!!:)
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