It’s two days to the end of 2025. Christmas has come and gone once again, and everyone now looks forward to celebrating the new year. How fast time flies! Christmas is one of my favorite holidays actually. I love the fact that there’s two holidays in one. As a Christian, I get to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, in one day, and the week after, I’m celebrating the gift of life. I love it.
My Christmas celebration this year, was spent curled up on my couch, watching Tv. After church, I went into the kitchen, excited. I’ve always looked forward to cooking Jollof rice, and having it scent like the ones that were usually cooked by my mom and aunties, back when I was a kid, and used to travel to the village. There’s the belief that cooking with firewood was the key to achieving smoky Jollof but I didn’t believe that. I always knew that with the right amount of ingredients, and proper seasoning, my Jollof would come out just like that. So with extra care, and hopefulness, I took to cooking the Christmas rice for the family, and I achieved what I’d always wanted. Seeing my family, eat the smoky Jollof I made, complimenting my skills every now and then, filled me with so much pleasure.
I’ve always loved Christmas. I think it’s because of the food eaten on that day. Even if it’s one we’ve been eating round the year, the fact that it was cooked on Christmas Day, with so much drama, makes it so special. So yeah, my highlight was the food. After, I rotted on the couch, for the rest of the hours, standing up to dance later in the evening, when the adjoining compound began blasting music on speakers. The songs were a vibe so I danced a little, sang along a little, and then continued with my movie.
If you asked me how I spent my Christmas three years ago, I’d tell you I spent the day watching TV. If you asked me the same question, a year after, my answer wouldn’t change. If you asked again, how I spent Christmas Day, this year? I’d still tell you I spent the day sprawled on the couch, tv remote in one hand, my belly hardened and rounded as a result of all the food I ate, still watching TV.
Anyways, my Christmas celebration was fun. In fact, as long as there’s Christmas rice, my Christmas is sure to be fun. About the going out part, I’m so going to work on it, even it warrants baby steps like going to pick up my shawarma, rather than have it delivered to my place.
Thanks for reading.
