This is my rambling Christmas tale... I love Christmas. I love everything about the season; the timeless tunes, the food, the weather, the corny movies... I ramble on quite a bit about all the things I love about Christmas... I go off-topic quite a lot... as usual... Sorry... I ate too much cookies and maybe drank the rum that my mom was keeping for the fruit cake... I'm old as fudge cake, but I think my mom just grounded me...
I guess there's a cut-off age to being grounded but am I going to tell my mom that... Probably not... Pretty sure there's an unwritten rule out there somewhere... that under no circumstances... should thou ire thou maman during the Christmas season... unless thou fancy missing the bountiful repast thou maman will prepare...
For me, missing out on the cooking my mom does so well especially during Christmas... is as horrifying as finding out Santa isn't real... which I did when I was like 8? No... last year... All those letters to Santa... gone to waste...
Heard this on a show I was watching... A Christmas tune that's just like me... Slightly crooked... A little off-center...
I love Decembers.... For with it comes Christmas; the season I love the most.
The time for Christmas food, Christmas songs, and Christmas cheer...
As you
look forward with anticipation to the huge gathering of family and
friends that come this time of year.... and the food... Let's not forget the food...
The weather in Malaysia, during this time, or what my mom calls, the Christmas weather, is perfect... We don't have snow but there's a slight, cold breeze that plays with your hair and makes you feel all warm and gooey inside...
Maybe it's the season... but it does seem like the perfect time for feeling all warm and gooey...
In Malaysia, it's the monsoon season, from November to March... A time for thunderstorms and non-stop rain... when all my senses are activated...
It's usually quite cold, compared to the warmer climate we're accustomed to... but then again... as the great Queen once said... "the cold has never bothered me anyway".
Sorry... It's Christmas, the time for cheesy lines, potatoes, meatballs and pies...
More coming your way...
Christmas in Malaysia....
👀 A time for watching the gathering storm, the dark, puffy clouds and stormy skies,
👂 listening to the sound of thunder in the distance and the falling rain,
👃 and the earthy scent that comes from a heavy downpour.
👄 The activation of my sense of taste; enjoying the rain with some comfort food.
P.S. Fooled you, did I with that lips emoji? Trust me, I ain't kissing no fella under the mistletoe... like that mommy who kissed Santa Claus under the mistletoe, and traumatized her child, who would probably need therapy...
The poor kid...
P.S. Fun Story. My mom told us... that when my father, my very conservative, traditional Indian father, first heard the song, 'I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus', he was scandalized.
Until my mom patiently and gently explained to him that the "mommy" WASN'T actually cheating on her husband, and that Santa was actually her husband in disguise... 😀
My poor father... I'm just glad my mom cleared my dad's outrage... Wouldn't want him to wrongly think the worst of some random woman in a song now, would we?...
It's like Lois Lane... Imagine the many people who have wrongly judged her because they saw her hugging or kissing Superman...
"Look at Lois, cheating on her poor, innocent, dorky husband, Clark... Tsk... Tsk.... I get that he's Superman... But Clark will be devastated when he finds out.."
Sorry...
I was thinking how a perfect day for me would be sitting by the window, watching the pouring rain with a good book in my hand and a mug of coffee and a slice of Christmas cake by my side.... Coffee blended with whipped cream on top would make it even more perfect... with a dash of rum...
And I remembered Tyler Hoechlin and the photoshoot of him gorgeously sitting by the window...
Oh well... It's Christmas... A time for daydreams and fantasies... of Santa and Angels granting wishes... and this brooding man in my dreams...
Although I do wish I was a kid again so I could be out there playing in the rain... a little dancing and singing in the rain...
I mean I could dance in the rain now. My neighbors already think I'm nuts so a little dancing in the rain is not going to make a difference.
Come to think of it, I think I did this step while walking into the house one day.
Oh my poor mom... The things she has to endure having me for a daughter...
I think I've embarrassed my mom enough as it is, so I'll refrain from dancing in the rain... Cause it's Christmas and I'm feeling generous.
Also... I really suck at dancing... My dancing is so bad, I look like I'm trying to choke myself... Or that I need to pee..
I
know that I'm an Indian and should be genetically predisposed to dancing... Like haven't
you seen all those Bollywood movies... every Indian has those killer dance moves.
I'm the odd one out...
Like my DNA is missing those dancing cells... I'm no Hrithik Roshan for sure... who not only looks good... but has the moves too... the dancing moves...
So no putting on my dancing shoes and dancing my blues away...
Staring at the falling rain is what I do best.
Anyway... Christmas!
I love Christmas and everything that goes with it. Some may call it a money-making scam, robbing you of everything you own and your sanity, but I don't.
I love the season. I always have... And I love buying things for my loved ones.
I love the feelings that come from Christmas. I love the corny Christmas movies. I
love planning the Christmas menu with my family. I love getting out the Christmas decorations and seeing the house all decorated.
Of course usually all my Christmas ideas and suggestions are rejected...
My job is to hand the tape... and climb the ladder and bring the Christmas decorations box down... or stick things on high walls...
I love the smell of baking that fills the house when I come home from work, thanks to my mom and her awesome baking skills.
Nothing like the torture of the scent of your mom's wonderful cooking coming from the kitchen, while you wait for the food to be ready.
I love going to church and singing Christmas hymns.
Most of all, I love being at home, exchanging presents, surrounded by family, extended family and close friends, as we celebrate Christmas together.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS!
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
Sometimes
I wish I could afford to take just the whole month off.. The entire
month of December... so I could enjoy the season and all its
glories... To bake and cook for my loved ones... To work on the
presents... To get the house ready... To just bask in the season...
I love Christmas Tunes!
December comes and it's time to dust out those timeless Christmas tunes. To open that playlist titled “Christmas” that stays silent until December...
Maybe it's the cool breeze in the air, or the sweet scent of baking, or the Christmas decorations... December is the month for warmth and yuletide joy..
I mean you could listen to Christmas tunes in May. Ain't nobody stopping you.
And I have been that girl, who listened to Christmas tunes in July and felt like such a badass... Like cool Jason Statham in the Transporter series.
But December is when you feeeeeel these Christmas tunes.
I enjoy going to church and hearing these songs... I'm like the weird person who excitedly waits to see what hymns they're going to sing... then do a fist pump when it's a song I like and enjoy singing... while my mom winces at my childish behavior then maybe pretends to not be related to me (in her mind) when I sing loudly... in my cats could scream voice... occasionally out of tune... but definitely with passion...
Weird looks and stares from the congregation is a given though.... when I massacre the songs (their words not mine)... by singing them according to the melody a singer has made his or her own... instead of the traditional version.
If they could talk in church, they would probably say, “That's not how it's sung, dear”.
Oh really... but that is how Cliff Richard sings “O Little Town”.
Yeah. I'm the girl, the church choir hates, for ruining their perfect rendition with my awful, cats can kill themselves, frogs hate me, voice.
Pretty sure I sang to a cat once and the cat slapped me... True Story...
But when I hear songs like "Shine Jesus Shine" and “Shout to the Lord”, which are my favorite Christian songs, suddenly sung in church, I can't help but sing the song loudly...
It's a song that calls for passionate singing even if I sound like a broken kettle, and the low parts of the song can kill flies when I sing it.
I'm sorry, church choir people, I can't help it. I love singing these hymns, so I continue to be the weird girl in church, who sings loudly, off-key, in her horrendous voice... because it's church and they can't have any murderous intent towards me... and my mom can't be embarrassed by me....
I mean she could and she probably is... but she would feel guilty for feeling that way.... as it's church and you are supposed to only have good thoughts...
And not think how cute Tyler Hoechlin looked in the Instagram posts his
fans have been sharing... wait... did I just say that out loud...
Note to self : Don't look at Insta while waiting for your mom to get ready for church..
Because that smile... or those mesmerizing hazel green eyes and brooding look is gonna haunt you...
Yeah.. Although I feel guilty for my mind wandering elsewhere...
And I scold myself for being a bad person...
But when it comes to Tyler Hoechlin, it's like all the "angels got together to sprinkle moondust in his hair.. and starlight in his eyes of sparkling green".
Sorry... Where was I?
So I guess I'm perpetually on Santa's naughty list... probably why I've never gotten any gifts from Santa...
I thought it's because he's from the North Pole, and he can't take our hot Asian weather?
But it's not him... It's me, isn't it?
Touche!
The copious amount of fruit cake I consumed is really working its magic, huh?
My conscience to me : Yeah right, blame it on the rum.
