MY TALE OF CHRISTMAS

As   a  kid,  Christmas   had  a  different  meaning  to me. I  think  the  people  around  that  beautified  it  had  a bearing  on what  it  seemed  to me. I   enjoyed   the  decorated Christmas  trees, the  new  clothes,  the  songs, the meals  and the  general  feasting. The  excitement  seemed  to  be a lot  at  home and out  in the public, there would  be overcrowding  every where as people  would  be shopping  for the D-day. As  I kept  on growing,  the excitement  kept on fading  little by little. I  think  just because  I  got  to know that Christmas  meant alot  more  than that.