As a little kid in the early 90s, ember months come with this euphoric aura that make me and other kids like myself impatient. I just want the day to come. The same rice, stew, fanta and chicken taste different on Christmas days, every common thing suddenly becomes unusually unique. I won’t forget how much I looked forward to wearing those new clothes, shoes, and sometimes accompanying cap.
Dad goes further to repaint the house, change the wall portraits to something like Virgin Mary carrying Jesus in her arms with Joseph standing by looking at the baby Jesus with enthusiasm. A Christmas tree when affordable, some Santa Claus' toys.
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