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I love December. Don’t you? The nip in the air that becomes just a bit more pronounced. The entire world in a holiday mood. Relief at the nearing end of the year, if it was bad. A feeling of accomplishment, if it was good. The excitement of recalibrating life’s scales. And, of course, Christmas, New Years and holidays. What’s not to like, right?
December was always special at home while growing up. The end of final exams coupled with the three-month-long winter vacations in the Shillong winter, that was December for us, the much anticipated time of the year. Even today I get goosebumps thinking of those days.
Shillong in December is a setting out of a fairytale.
We would spend the time watching television, reading, having freshly plucked oranges from the tree while sitting with our backs turned to the winter sun. It was the time when we could apply nail polish as well since schools were closed. Small pleasures, you know. It seems silly now but not really. Then there was the buzz of the festive season. It was nothing short of perfect, I tell you.
Shillong in December
Shillong transformed into a setting out of a fairytale during those months. The greens and reds all around. How deeply etched those are in my heart. At nights you could hear groups practising Christmas Carols. There would be bonfires and picnics. Oh! the bonfires and the songs reverberating in the atmosphere. If you listened carefully you could hear the Carols being sung far away in the middle of those wintry nights.
Then the whole town had this whiff of vanilla, cocoa and all things cakes. Nothing short of endorphins, I say. The churches stood majestically adding to the town’s heady charm. Everything was like a painting by one of the greatest artists ever. How can I possibly explain to you how my Shillong was in winters? In fact, is during winters. It was like a dream. It is like a dream.
I remember attending some Christmas parties with Dad. As a kid, I was spoilt for choice when it came to cakes at those gatherings. If I close my eyes, I can still trace the scent of icing sugar, cocoa and vanilla in the air. That’s what this season does to me.
How I miss all that now. I feel like time has sucked all those little nuggets of joy into a vacuum. I wonder if M would have such memories to fall back on. Well, I hope she does. I really hope she does.
Tell me, what are some of your memories of December and this festive season.
This post is based on the prompt – Share some favourite Christmas memories.