It’s a few weeks to Christmas and a few days into December. Now that I put it like that I realise the weeks aren’t as few but hell the year has been long. I am looking forward to December like it’s your birthday. Christmas for me starts on the first day of December and ends on the third day of January. I celebrate three special moments through the year, the Sand’s birthdays, Easter and the Christmas season.
Growing up I used to look up to Christmas because of the spoils that came with it. We’d always go upcountry to our grandparents and so would our cousins with their parents. It was a family time especially the evenings when we’d gather around a fire, roasting maize and listening to a fable from one of our aunts. I was particularly fond of Min Milly, mother to my cousin Milly who’d tell us stories of the mischievous hare and Milly would always chime in. We might not have understood some of the luo words but we got the gist of it and enjoyed it.
This is also the only time we would have our hair braided. Those were the days most primary school wouldn’t let you rock cornrows on your head just because they thought keeping hair would prevent you from concentrating on your education. Come Christmas and you dorned your kitenge matching outfits or if you are lucky some satin or silk puff inspired dresses that for some reason were meant to look like Cinderella’s but came off looking otherwise. And then we had this overnight thing called”lang ago odi” or something like that. Pardon my Dholuo. We’d go from house to house on the Christmas eve night as we followed the star like the wise men collecting gifts almost like people do on Halloween nights. Only we would be collecting offertory and end our procession as midnight struck at the local church.
Things have changed pretty much and there seems to be little to look forward to. This is because nowadays you eat chapati and chicken any day any time, food that was traditionally Christmas specialities. Even new clothes aren’t left behind, the glamour and pomp in Christmas is being killed.
Now we are reduced to admiring and decorating trees, yes the Christmas tree. At least this is the one thing that everyone is currently struggling to ensure they put up before Christmas. Gone are the multiple sufurias of rice, beef stew, chapatis, kachumbari and in with the Christmas lightings.
Oh by the way Sandbaby wants a white Christmas and am stuck explaining how it doesn’t snow over here and that even where it snows people don’t enjoy the cold as much. Just in case you think this worked no it didn’t but we are working around it. No crowds because no one visits anyone for Christmas what with the state of economy and Matiang’i ensuring candidates have sleepless holidays.
Having joined the esteemed working class of this country I discovered the seven-day theory of Christmas. To tell you the truth I had forgotten about it until one of my long time girlfriends asked me if I was up for it when I posted that am on leave. No, am not on leave I just wanted to make some people jealous and also not attract a lot of sympathy my way. Now the seven day theory is where we go out and drink ourselves silly on every single day of Christmas. Christmas eve was an exception since we needed to attend the night vigil and still go home for the family lunch. Christmas night is the mother of all drinking because the next day is a holiday.
The bestest thing about December people are in good moods which means they are also generous. This is why the seven day theory is easily achievable because there are always willing buyers. Everyone is trying to out do the other in paying for rounds plus the fact that most companies pay out salaries well in advance. This is the one month I don’t allow myself to catch feelings at work for whatsoever reason. This is the way I see it, it is the only month that has a long weekend and another holiday just before it which means my working days are reduced. Heaven knows that even tippers tip better in December because it is the season to be jolly and to give.
As an adult I have always looked forward to Christmas movies with mushy endings, that’s my thing. I particularly like Mr Stooge’s movie and I have watched a dozen times. I don’t usually repeat movies but Christmas themed ones are special. Ideal holiday equals just sitting on the couch with some juice and cake watching telly the whole time. The funnier the better, and the less the company the merrier. I don’t want to fuss about my looks or what food to cook, I just want to watch my movies and that’s that.