We have a new fashion in town. Call it Christmas colours. Yes, this is a formal wear. Red trousers and shirt. Punctuated with snow white wide belt and sleeve bands. Both men and women wore this attire to represent the sentiments of the many Santa Claus. This was Christmas. All the streets were illuminated. The city announced that the festive season has arrived. The time of the year when merry making is not just only licensed, but seemed to be mandated. The writing was loud and clear. Merry Christmas to one and all.
Celebrations are designed almost since a month before. Large numbers of Christians walked into the churches. They offered the traditional mid night prayers. Cities, towns and also villages were decorated. Most of the decoration is, as to mimic the happening in Nordic countries. Such as Christmas trees, reindeers, sledges and the ubiquitous blanket of snow white. The universal Christmas colours are the dark green, red and then white. The danglings on the trees are balls in golden and silver colours.
This is a period when giving gifts is at its best. Friends, family, neighbours, and all the society comes together to convey greetings to each other. Also, the people who avoided communication, used this opportunity to make up from their differences. The harmony is evident as if Jesus Christ has descended somewhere nearby.
The story of Jesus Christ is very revealing. The cross, the Christ and the resurrection. If I was permitted to deconstruct this symbolism, then there opens up the insight. The details and nuances of the way, the people live, is symbolized as the cross. The body of Jesus is life itself. And the only redemption from the crucifix is to resurrect, from the doings of the living. Jesus Christ moved into the path of prayer, social service, charity and forgiveness. He certainly knew to walk the path of sacrifice. So, what people need to learn is the method to resurrect from grip of painful habits of their mind. Probably, Jesus had this cause, to train the followers, in the art of resurrecting in their minds. What other way is there to manage the austerity of carrying your cross? Jesus Christ has given the pointer, to master the art of delinking from selfishness. He is the inspiration for millions of people to operationalize generosity. Christmas is the reminder to connect to the cause of humility and gratitude.
The hotels had their lobbies decorated. People’s imagination brought new decorative Christmas. There were, green, white, red and even a purple Christmas tree. Santa Clauses were old bearded men, pot- bellied young men, women Santa Claus. Even women with Indian bindhi on forehead, adorned the Santa attire. Christmas sometimes looked that it is not limited to the followers of the Christian faith.
The chef in the restaurant personally ensured that the foods were of a delight to eat. They boasted of the rich ingredients, exquisite tastes and excellent food decoration. Traditional western Christmas food items and Indian foods made the exotic fusion of foods.
In a town, were parades, procession on roads and in other public places. Tens of thousands of people participated in the themes of tableux presentations. Hundreds of people represented each costume. There were batches of people dressed as ostriches, goats, eagles, chicken and many others. The boys and girls, danced throughout the length of this procession. The entertainment value was much, though regimented.
Children from schools and colleges displayed their stamina to walk over ten kilometers in such appealing costumes. Some trucks had a stage built on them. Young guitarists, drummers, singers and other musician sang traditional Christmas songs. Many priests and nuns from convents in their official gowns and cloaks and uniforms, maintained disciplined during the procession. The silence of the night was reverberated by the song “ silent night, holy night’.
For the popular taste, was the melody of “Mary’s boy child, Jesus Christ” and all. The all jumping and thumping rendering of the Jingle bells, jingle bells had everybody stomping their feet and dancing all the way . Christmas Carole at the doorsteps in the neighbourhood and the collection of the gifts and money, by the local children moved the hearts of many.
Attentions was drawn to the infant lying in the crib. Many artists must have put their talents together to design the most fabulous cribs. The crib which had the infant. With the parents, kings and wellwisher, looking on into the crib. Every house that arranged the crib also had the stars dangling from the roofs. The cakes had many varieties and designs. Yet the customary plump cake did not lose any charm.
The formalities of the Christmas season has dissolved into the heartfelt brotherhood of mankind. The cowshed is the only place where the delivery of Christ seemed appropriate. The story of Jesus Christ, is a case study of graduation. That of, a journey from poverty to the wisdom of living.
There is justice in this aspiration to celebrate Christmas every year. The festive season for all is not Christian centric. May many more people merge and converge, to work these words of wisdom.