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Everyday Christmas

The Santa sitting next to the till looked cute. His head bobbed whenever a customer placed their shopping bag on the counter. Shop, shop, he seemed to say, shop till you drop. Is that for sale?, she asked of the shop assistant. Sorry, that’s just for display. There are others in aisle number...18.

The Santa doll would look good on her golu steps. He would sit next to Chettiar and Chettichi dolls. Sort of like a strange cross-cultural exchange in the toy world. The two bulls which she inherited from her mother would go on either end of the step. She wondered if she could get her mother-in-law to ship Lakshmi-Saraswathi dolls. They would have to be packed well though. Otherwise they would end up with chipped noses. And no matter how mach PVC glue you applied, it would never quite look the same. There’s still time for all that, she thought, it’s only December yet. There’s almost 10 months between now and Navarathri.

Soon it will be Pongal. Then Maha Sivarathri. In April, it will be Rama Navami followed by Varusha Pirappu. And come June, there will be one festival after another. Janmashtami, Varalakshmi Nonbu, Vinayaka Chaturthi, Navarathri and soon thereafter, Deepavali. In between, there will be an assortment of smaller family occasions like birthdays and anniversaries to mark and celebrate. But it is always a good idea, she decided, to keep her eyes peeled for valuable additions to her doll collection.

Merry Christmas, wished the sales assistant, handing her the shopping bag. And to you too, she replied looking up at the Santa one more time. He didn’t seem so cheerful now. Paavam, she thought, just one festival every year.

Comments

Blogeswari said…
Reminds me of my friend who said this last week "We have just two festivals.. one 'this Id" and the other 'that Id' which we celebrated a month ago..psstt"
inbavalli said…
Lucky Santa. Just one payasam a year :-/
Ranjani said…
"But it is always a good idea, she decided, to keep her eyes peeled for valuable additions to her doll collection."

That's so me..!! I was stocking up on cute little dolls and lights for this year's Golu, from the last christmas season.
I'm a regular reader of your blog..love your quick tales..!
Regards,
Ranjani
The Muser said…
i wouldnt mind swapping just to get a break from all the festivities....:D you have put it aptly...all the festivities interspersed with other social gatherings!
Dennis said…
spend more money we dont have......
SUR NOTES said…
a christmas something for you on my blog. sorry i did not end up meeting you in the real world! was terribly rushed in london.
kamal kannan said…
I wonder how ur golu would look like . btw nice post!
Madhusoodhanan said…
Aadi thallupadi , deepavali thallupadi , pongal thallupadi
....all will be missed too :(

BTW , Santa with Chettiar was an excellent thought ..

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