Besides the trillions of smaller things, the one thing I missed whilst living abroad in Pakistan was Christmas. I absolutely love Christmas time. My favourite season of the year is winter so combined with the yuletide festivities I could really not ask for anything more. Now don't get me wrong, the holly jolly Christmas season is not about religion for me, and neither is it the massive commercialised coca cola Santa Claus either!
The flavours of Christmas clementines, cinnamon hot teas and spiced apple pies, eating chocolates with no remorse and receiving gifts from neighbours you have never spoken to! I love it for the warmth you feel indoors and how home becomes your sanctuary after a long cold day.
The flavours of Christmas clementines, cinnamon hot teas and spiced apple pies, eating chocolates with no remorse and receiving gifts from neighbours you have never spoken to! I love it for the warmth you feel indoors and how home becomes your sanctuary after a long cold day.
My favourite Christmas memory has to be the one where dad would pack all the kids into the car and drive down Oxford street to show us all the Christmas lights. To this day I like to go and see the Christmas lights! No anar kali or liberty could replace that childhood memory or for that matter even come near. Christmas has nothing to do with my religion and many people around me suggest that celebrating it in any manner is wrong, however the memories linked with the innocence of childhood cant be erased.
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