December. The month brings with it many a reason to celebrate... and for folks like me, it also brings a ton of memories, whose magic would continue to be a source of great joy for many years on...
Having studied in a Christian school, for all of us kids, December would mean Christmas – and of course, a long, fun-filled vacation. But the whole month leading up to the closing for the holidays, it would be full of preparations for the final day – the whole school would assemble in the play-ground to watch the Birth of Jesus enacted on stage, accompanied by a choir who would burst into song for the appropriate scenes. Since 5th, I’d been part of the school choir – and that would mean, for the entire December, we would stay back after school hours, sometimes even until dark, rehearsing the Christmas carols. Our “Singing Sir”, as we called him, was a wonderful but strict man – he would make us repeat the same line until we got it right, no matter how frustrating it got. He always came up with beautiful background scores for the carols every year – and the credit really goes to him for making us enjoy singing for Christmas; we were always eager to put in an extra hour for practising because we liked it... Of course, there was a Santa Claus too after the whole show was over (it was usually one of our Physical Education teachers :P) distributing chocolates to everyone before we got back to class; but usually we had little or no classes that day as we would all be going home for the vacation anyway.
Looking back at those times now, I miss it all... I want it to happen all over again – at least, all the good parts of those times. But I guess life has its short and sweet moments... it’s up to us to enjoy them to the fullest and take back with us memories to live with for a lifetime...
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