Christmas is my most favourite time of the year. Some of the fondest memories of my childhood have been the Christmases I spent in London, walking the high street drowning myself in the festive fervour. Everyone around, young or old, white, black, brown, yellow or rainbow (haha) would have a big broad smile on their faces and hearts. Christmas was also the time we spent time decorating the tree, making DIY presents for each other, while my mom would cook up her special chicken curry – a far cry from the traditional roast but it was our special celebration nonetheless and we delighted in it and looked forward to Christmas very eagerly.
Once I got married and moved to our own nuclear setup, we made our own Christmas traditions – cooking up a sumptuous Spaghetti (If you’d like the recipe, pls visit my food blog from another life here) and watching our favourite Christmas time rom-com: Love, Actually.
And then came babyT and I knew I wanted to make Christmas time special for him too. He is of course too young to be enjoying cooking and feasting and watching movies. Yet I wanted to introduce Christmas to him in a way he knows best – via books, play and art and craft. Continue reading