As we approach Christmas, I miss the old school Christmas. Things have really changed, back then we used to pray that Christmas would never end. One of the things I miss most is shopping for Christmas clothes, I had so much fun. I would get a Pink dress, white socks, pink heeled shoes who would beat that. My poor brothers were bought the same trousers, same shoes and same shirts. The smell of new clothes really excited me, the worst part would be waiting for Christmas.
Christmas Eve and all kids would be allowed to play outside till midnight, while we waited for the Mass to begin. Come Christmas morning, first thing would be taking a bath all the while thinking of how I would floss with my new outfit. I would visit all my neighbors so they could see my stunning outfit, the worst part would be having the same outfit as your neighbor’s kid.
The day’s menu would be Chapati and Ndengu, for some reason everyone in the neighborhood cooked the same dish. After having our lunch, a visit to the local photo studio was a guarantee, the poses were to die for. The day’s outing would be at Uhuru Park, the boat rides and photo sessions were a must.
I wish I would go back to that, maybe this Christmas I will do it the old school way.
