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Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree...


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It is now that time of year again, where I start to reminisce the Christmases of my childhood. Christmas? you may ask... But I thought he was Muslim?

I grew up in a stout Islamic environment where my parents ingrained in me the tenets of the Quran and hadith. But outside my little bubble I also grew up in an environment where Christmas was a magical time of year. It was the time when my friends would brag about the presents they would be getting from their parents, and how they would be playing with them when I came over to their house on Christmas, and so on and so forth. Excitement would radiate from every child, regardless of which race they belonged to...

It was still an innocent time for me. A time when when boys were boys and girls were girls, and the top shelf magazines were not to be seen, although the curiosity was starting to build (Note - many people here would not understand this reference, though people who've been overseas are probably grinning just about now). In short, Christmas to me was the wholesome family experience that you would see on TV. A time of togetherness, goodwill and peace, not those wild Christmas parties that university students would have. Christmas meant friends and food, caroling and parties (nice ones), and of course...snow. The perfect white Christmas... When the ground would be totally covered in beautiful white snow, perfect and pure, just waiting for us to make snow angels and snowmen.

Yes, I really do miss the Christmas of my childhood...




Comments

Fauziah Ismail said…
And I wanted to buy a Xmas tree this year as decor for the apartment. And thanks to all the year-end Xmas pageants at Convent school, I know the Xmas carols by heart!
Its a great time of the year really (with year-end sales and all), with or without the snow!
Cat-from-Sydney said…
Father of Biscuit,
And I hope you've bought a really nice prezzie for Biscuit! For kitties like us, everyday is like Christmas as we are showered with hugs, kisses and rewards. Oh, did I tell you I was born on Christmas day three years (15 yrs in catworld) ago? purrr....meow!
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Anonymous why don't u just sod off for goodness sake!
Fauziah - it's nice to have a 'colourful' upbringing isn't it? It brings new appreciation to the world around us.

Cat - then you must be a very good teenager then! Biscuit is only about 5 (in cat years)... and he did a big poo in the toilet (Daddy's toilet) just yesterday... sigh...
Percicilan said…
I wanna eat Turkey!!!
Anonymous said…
wow, i have one word for this, sir... OUTSTANDING..
Rahmah said…
i remember Christmas with Ruth, a great 'mother' to all of us in Warrior Square, Southend, Essex! We had dumplings, apple pie and ice-cream and christmas crackers of course! I miss those days! Happy New Year to u Abdullah (oops lobo) :)
Anonymous said…
PokLah,

At least Biscuits poo in the toilet!! Unlike our cat, Abu who likes to poo in the kitchen sink.

sgt busuk diluar jangkauan.

sori. komen takde kena mengena dgn post. ;)
CC - you and me both!
Anonymous - thank you...
Kak Rahmah - Those were the days eh ? ;)

Syana - Biscuit's toilet stinks to high heaven!
Elroy - indeed experience is the best teacher of all

BE - agreed..though I'm not sure how fear comes into this..
Greg Wee said…
What? You read mandarin?!!!

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