Christmas Spirit and the Gift of Memories
But what prompted me to reflect upon them today? In truth, it was the evocation of the Christmas spirit and the essence of Christmas gifts.
My grandmother retained vivid memories of the presents she received from her uncle. On a particular Christmas Eve, he presented her with an exotic colonial delicacy - an orange, meticulously wrapped in tissue paper. Just ONE orange! This anecdote is poignant, considering that the family was neither destitute nor stingy. On another occasion, also on the eve of Christmas, her cherished uncle bestowed a diminutive cardboard box with two compartments: one cradled a small, exquisite doll, while the other sheltered a 1.5" celluloid ball (in those times, as I gather, such a ball was the coveted dream of every young child) ...
These gifts etched themselves into my grandmother's memories for a lifetime, much like the enchanting ambiance of Christmas. Yet, the contemporary scene contrasts sharply. In today's Christmas celebrations (which have become nearly taboo, as you might be aware), children amass an abundance of gifts (largely comprising disposable plastic junk manufactured in China) that they promptly forget within days… And what of the once-cherished Christmas atmosphere? It has dissipated into thin air. More than likely, it has vanished irrevocably...
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