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Shvoong Home>Books>How I CELEBRATED CHRISTMAS Review

How I CELEBRATED CHRISTMAS

Book Review   by:srjasfer     Original Author: CSACIN
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How I CELEBRATED CHRISTMAS Christmas has always been for me a gaiety Of the year. But every year it becomes more difficult. The memory of last year’s Tsunami!! I still feel chill all over again. Wondering how fast one year has been passes! My friend Meena who lost seven members of her family was watching the sky silently. Will ever feel their presence? “ Meena’! I touched her shoulder, but still motionless was she. “ Meena it’s all over. Life continues. You come to my home and relax a bit I patted her back. Streams of tears began to spring up from the eyelids looking still at the sky. Speak Meena I feel so much heavy …Still no voice.. a deep sigh! A deep breathe. Christmas stars and the glittering decorations attracting huge crowds. But the Christmas Child is lying down in the crib in the company of the bull and the ass! What a mockery? I observe all faces anxious which gift to choose for their beloved? Not always with utter joy. A feeling of forced custom and tradition. To find a gift such as a doll a bottle of perfume and so many stupid item! Why? Don’t we see before us the faces of worries and anxieties haughty temper and adverse arrogance, a sense feeling ‘I am better than you’ Knowing all the time that I had overspent in order not to be lower than the others. It’s a competitive spirit rather than a utility. Knowing fully that I wouldn't want or like most of the gifts I will be given. Even though I tell myself that it's the thought that matters, that never seemed to make me feel better about some of the gifts I've given and received over the years.
The lavishing of Christmas sweets and being unable to eat the main meal because the stomach is already filled with superficial attractive but harmful eating stuff. This year I didn’t trouble myself to wander around the shops glittering with Christmas fancy sale not did I strain my brain for a selective menu and extravagance. This year I had been selective to share my Christmas meal. I sent my vehicle to fetch the survivors of Tsunami living little far from me. It was my delight not to share the meal alone but a hearty recreation. Simi my friend who’s blind look had been cast towards the sky with a dump founded silence came to my house unwillingly. Initially the stream of silent tears was her answer. But at the end she won so many prizes in the games. Her eyes were shining bright over her temporal victory. I found my peace. At night I did not find myself burdened with tiredness. Rather peace was streaming deep down in my heart. As I was falling asleep I said “ This is real Christmas”.
Published: December 28, 2005   
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