It’s getting close to Christmas.
It seems like only yesterday that I was part of the manic trail of shopping dust for Christmas presents. Driving down Orchard Road to review (no, no not in any official capacity, just one of the cars falling, happily, behind a road hog causing slow moving traffic 🙂 ) the light-up with my family. Going to someone’s house to hear the kids’ carolling. Enjoying pre-Christmas celebrations. Dusting off my choir robes. Having traditional Christmas family dinner cooked by eldest sis.
The only thing I didn’t do was to put up the Christmas tree. I love Christmas trees, not that it has any religious significance, (Jesus was after all born in a manger and not found below a Christmas tree, gift to mankind notwithstanding). But allergic rhinitis always causes sneezing fits and most times, I will be lying flat on the floor with the kids running a ring around me instead of the tree. 😀
But I love Christmas trees. It just adds to the festivities and lights up any celebration. Even if a quiet night at home, the blinking fairy lights add a sense of magic, warmth and nostalgia. It brings me back to the white Christmas tree and home of my childhood and the bustle to prepare to welcome the carollers, where Green Spot and sandwiches would be the apt finale. (The only time my sisters and I get to drink anything other than warm water 😉 ). It also brings back beautiful memories of people whom I love who have left this earth but not my heart. 🙂 My grandparents, my maternal aunty, my black and white nanny, my adopted grandma and grandpa, my grandaunts (grandpa’s sister and sister-in-law)….
It just seems to cancel out terrible days. Rotten people. Difficult experiences. Bad friendships.
The memories seem stuck at when I was five years old. Being two years apart, my sisters would have been seven and nine respectively. We would have been on good behaviour to make sure we didn’t miss the high point of our very simple lives. Putting up the Christmas tree. A plastic white with green, blue, red ornaments, tinsel and blinking white (as in light yellow) fairy lights. Of course, we were more of a hindrance than a help. Rushing to put up the ornaments, before my mum could finish twining the lights around the tree, but it was a special time.
The trees these days do not necessarily have a star topping the apex but ours always had. I loved that moment best. The piece de resistance. When my mum took a high stool to fix the star to the top of the tree. Sigh….
Words fail me now but I just loved the moment….
Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.
I do wish that… even now. But as I got older, another star that led the shepherds and Magi to the manger, has me making another wish as well.
Not world peace 😀 but for peace in our hearts.
Star light… star bright… May you have your wish tonight. 🙂