I grew up on a couple of small islands in the blue Caribbean sea. For us the signs of Christmas didn’t involve snow or frost (although we all did lustily sing “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” and “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire”).
There were some very specific things that said Christmas to us on those tropical islands.
- Tins of Royal Dansk Butter Cookies and Quality Street Candies
- Bowls of mixed nuts appearing on coffee tables
- Apples and oranges being sold on the sidewalks
- Red paint coming out to freshen up the concrete steps and patios
- New curtains and cushion covers being made
- The house being scrubbed sparkling clean from top to bottom
- Cases of drinks being stored in the pantry
- Dried fruit soaking in rum and cherry brandy for making black cake
- A leg of ham being slow roasted in the oven.
- Friends you haven’t seen in ages dropping by to say “Season’s Greetings”
These are the memories of my childhood at Christmas. All playing out to a background sound of Parang and screaming children.
What are some of the unique signs of Christmas where you grew up?