Christmas once again !

As I was walking on the less-crowded road today, I realized why do I love Christmas more than any festival. As I walked on the road, I imagined the gift shops, lighting, kids playing around, the decorated Christmas tree, people busy in buying gifts for their friends and family.

Yes this is the reason why I love Christmas. I love gifts - both receiving and giving. And Christmas is the festival of Celebrating together and exchanging gifts.

On Diwali, you toil hard for 2-3 months to clean the house, repaint it and prepare refreshments for god-knows-who. Diwali is a festival that demands lot of work to be done. On Christmas, there is a little preparation and lots of fun.

Practically I have never celebrated it on a large level. But I wish to. In my childhood, my friends knew I love Christmas, so they would bring me cake and I would buy gifts for them. Sometimes it feels, nothing except friends truly care about you love.

One day I really wish, on the Christmas morning I would see loads of gifts in front of me.

And one day, I would secretly like to, send some precious gifts to those I love. And I would hope they would never come to know that it was me.

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