Nov 30, 2008 21:30
We celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas in India, but it’s amazing what a difference it makes being in a culture that celebrates a holiday. It was difficult to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas properly in India just as it’s difficult to celebrate Navasrati properly here, but Christmas traditions have a remarkable newness about them. We had feasts and decorations, friendship and songs, a Christmas tree and Christmas lights in India, but it’s so different when the sky is puffy gray, the trees are skeletal, and you can easily pick-and-choose your favorite traditions to honor with all the commercialization you could ever want.
To my horror, Lady Bleu has never experienced Christmas stockings. According to her mother, they are “decorations.” Augh! I made her carve a jack-o-lantern for Halloween since she’d never done that either, and I’m doing stockings for her, J. and me as well. A well-stuffed stocking is a difficult thing to find; my mother always mostly filled mine with icky Washington Red apples and candy canes when I was a kid.
In a week or two I hope to pile in the car with J. and hot chocolate to go looking at Christmas lights, and I am planning out which Christmas concerts to go to around the rehearsals and concerts I myself am performing in.
Christmas is choral concert season. sighs happily
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