It began with a very usual morning. I woke up with Amaira (my daughter) digging , pushing and pulling me ! I attended her diaper-ish needs, followed by brushing battles and then her hungry stomach-ish needs till her baby sitter relieved me for the next 2 to 3 hours, after which she leaves and Amaira finds her way back to me.
Christmas morning like I said, was like any other typical morning. Everything was buzzing as usual. However there was one difference. We had a Christmas tree in our living room.
A small , cute tree that my husband decorated and Amaira was so mesmerized by. She practiced the words “on” and “off” every time he switched on and switched off the lights. He bought a whole load of bells ,Santa , gift hangings, foam stars and pretty much stuff that probably made him happier than the rest of us. He also got a reindeer head band ! Our little princess wore it and danced around in glee !
Soon another unexpected thing happened – two children from our society appeared and announcingly questioned “Ye Amaira ka ghar hai ? ” , meaning “Is this Amaira’s house ? ” All her subjects answered in affirmative. And then the children handed over one Christmas sweet each – unwrapped, bare, in sweaty and dusty hands ; and probably touched by a handful more children downstairs before they found their way to “Amaira’s house” . In all probability, the children must have opened a great packet of assorted sweets, chomped a few right there, grabbed a few, dropped a few and the remaining may have been assigned for the distribution in the name of Yuletide spirit !
They are a specimen. No one is going to eat them though , but they are a symbol of love and acceptance Amaira has received with her interactions with all these children. Most of them are much older than she is – they are 8 to 12 year olds and Amaira has only 4 of her “age mates” who are 19 month – 24 month olds. I am assuming all these little kiddies were blessed by the elderly lot !
Talking of presents, we couldn’t wait to open them ! Quite literally. So my husband’s T shirt was worn, my stationary set was used and Amaira’s gift books were opened and read 2-3 days before Christmas.
Wrappers were recycled too. We did open a brand new chocolate bar on Christmas morning. Something had to be unwrapped. Ritter Sport – I love it – it had come in a package from Germany and we all devoured it.
All in all these small little things made Christmas special – we also made a home made sweet.