Christmas in America

So what do you do about Christmas in America? The babe wants a tree. And the hubby, the babe and I all want lights. Even in India, I always had a tree. In Calcutta, in New Market they would have a tree in the center with beautiful ornaments. I had bought a small, two foot artificial tree and every year would add an ornament to it. I would love the fruit cakes that were available, specially the plum cakes. And I loved the thought of giving gifts. When in college, I would even go to midnight mass.

But here, I learnt to be politically correct. I say its the ‘holidays’. I love the political correctness, though, being in a minority myself now. I have avoided the tree altogether saying its tough to clean up, but actually feeling it will make me more ‘Americanized’ that I want to be. Notice I still spell with a ‘z’

I learnt that fruit cakes are to be regifted and avoided. This, in a meeting, where I was the only one tucking into a fruit cake someone brought in, five months pregnant, until someone told me it may be from last year.

I even bought fresh cut trees and lots of beautiful expensive ornaments the first few years I was here, before I had a son.

Why does having a son make me question these little things? Fun things? So they make you question too? I think I will just do the lights.