Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

While on hold

Christmas celebrations in the Middle East can vary depending on where in the mid east you are. Some are, believe it or not, a little liberal than most. Saudi Arabia for instance, does not tolerate any other religions. My uncle, TigerBeer often watches Christian services on TV and will on seperate occasions also sneak in some liquor to celebrate the holidays or just any weekend. Alchohol is not permitted in the Kingdom.

But like I said, not all Muslim countries are that conservative. Growing up, most malls in Dubai had Christmas trees, lights and Christmas décor. We were not allowed, however, to put up any stars. In India, having a lit up paper made star hanging off the balcony outside one's home is an integral part of Christmas décor. These Christmas stars really are beautiful, one more elaborate than the next, some even depicting the Nativity scene. This was something I missed during all those Christmases in Dubai. The reason it was taboo was not because it was Christian but because of the fact that the star also represents the Star of David. The Star is to the Jewish people, what the cross is to Christians.

Back in those days my mother worked for a government institution. Every time we'd call her at work, and were put on hold, a lovely little tune played, probably preselected by one of their phone tech guys. It's a tune that has been ingrained in our brains, because that's how often we'd call Mom while she was at work – and that's how often we were put on hold, especially when we kids were misbehaving. Time out was a tune we had to listen to. Of course, back in the day we didn't know the name of the tune, nor the words.

Fast forward to many years later and much older, and rifling through a hymn book at Church where I turn to the required tune and as we begin to sing it, it hits me. THIS IS THE NAMELESS TUNE!!!! Oh! I looked over at my mother with eyes wide open with recognition, then delight and finally satisfaction and began talking.

This nameless tune now had a name and the lyrics went like this:
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Oh satisfaction indeed. Dubai is not the kind of place where it's completely anti-Christian, there are many churches, schools that have been named after Christian godheads and saints. And I believe that all places should be tolerant of all religions no matter where. And not being allowed to put up a Christmas star took something away from me all those years. But while I'd imagine many many Arabs would call in for Customer Service related queries all the while being oblivious to the fact that they were listening to a Christian Carol about Christ the King while on hold – now that's giving me something back.

I wonder if that tune is still played while people are put on hold...

Monday, January 05, 2009

First Stop Lights

As promised, here are more Christmas Lights from the first house we went to off of North Sound Road. This is BODDEN HOUSE and these lights were just as good as the ones at Crighton House. So, enjoy!











Saturday, January 03, 2009

An Old Cayman Christmas

The Christmas season is not over yet, not until the 6th anyway, and until then I intend on posting more of my first Caymanian Christmas. We all know the Christmases of now but at times I wonder how was Christmas celebrated yesteryear, way before my time. At the Crighton House Annual Christmas Display, I got a glimpse of how Christmas was celebrated in the old days here in Cayman. This was easily my favourite display in the massive array of glittering lights and many other little Christmas vignettes. The Old Cayman Christmas vignette features an old style beach house complete with a Grandma sitting in her rocking chair knitting some festive gear. Country Christmas music and a voice over accompanied the display with an explanation of the props that made up this display and of those that did not.

Back in the day Caymanians would decorate their front yards with borders made up of Conch shells. I'd imagine that Christmas ornaments were not easy to come by back then and for obvious reasons, neither were lights, so shells were probably the natural thing to use. Quite pretty actually. They really do lend to that rustic beachy Christmasy feeling.

You will also see an extraordinarily large pickle jar, very reminiscent of the seventies style of crock ware. I especially love this because we had smaller versions of this back in our kitchen, when I was very young. It's comforting to see a such a jar, as it conjures up wonderful memories of moms, grandmas, aunts in the kitchen preparing for feasts surrounded by jars like this. I think we might still have some around.

Placed in front of the pickle jar, you will notice an aluminium pan (pot) which was most likely filled with sand, cow dung, burning wood and the coconut husk you see peeking out of it. This was the old Caymanian remedy for dealing with the then serious mosquito problem on the island.

And I cannot close this post without commenting on the Christmas Tree that peeks through the centre of the home. While it's not your standard imported evergreen tree of today, it is just as close. Besides, isn't a Christmas tree a tree of what you make of it, with your very own ornaments and touches. This is what I'd call a tropical Christmas tree, very much like the one I grew up with.

I am sure there's more, and if you have been privy to an Old Cayman Christmas then please feel free to share.

Friday, January 02, 2009

And around we go...


Christmas season.
Cayman roundabouts.
Such a distraction while driving at nighttime.

Here's why..

Monday, December 29, 2008

Cayman Christmas Lights

Christmas lights like you've never seen before...and this is all at one house (!!!). Welcome to the Crighton House Annual Christmas Display - a well loved Cayman tradition, where you and your family get to explore the grounds, take in the sparkling sights and where if you're ye high, you even get some candy from the owners. Enjoy and check back for more...











































Friday, December 26, 2008

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas 08


Wishing everyone a very Merry & Blessed Christmas, from me here in Cayman - Our first truly Caribbean Christmas, complete with our first Christmas tree as well. A mini Cayman Christmas tree.

I am sorely missing everyone at home and am sure they're all having a blast.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Secret Santa

'What do I get a big black Jamaican man?' That was the big question plaguing me a few days ago. Anyone partaking in a Secret Santa Gift Exchange this year? It's not easy buying a gift for a man, especially for a man you don't know too well. There aren't too many options out there. So, I sat there scratching my head at work, and again at the many stores, thinking that exact same question, because that's the co-worker I picked.

'Buy him some cologne', says my boss.

'Cologne? Oh no. Every one's getting everyone cologne. I want to get him something different.' say I.

So, what does one get a big black Jamaican man? What does one get any Jamaican man? I walked over to the...you guessed it, liquor store and got him not one bottle but a few to make up a gift basket, right after I grilled the Sales Clerk on what kinds of rum/liquor Jamaican men normally come in to buy. I walked out with the following which I arranged at home myself: one medium sized bottle of Red Label Johnny Walker whiskey in the center, flanked with two smaller Appleton Jamaican Rum bottles on either side, and closing the arrangement off with a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka and Wray & Nephew Overproof Rum. It all looked rather cute, and while at the store I got some admiring comments from other customers waiting in line, all male, of course, saying they wished I was their co-worker. Ha! In any case, what Jamaican man would not love that Christmas gift, right? I joked around at work for the rest of the afternoon about how this Jamaican better not be a teetotaler, because that would be just my luck. I was quickly assured otherwise, because 'all Jamaican men love to drink'.

So, what did my Secret Santa get me? A bottle of perfume. Don't laugh just yet because it's not just any perfume - we're talking Hugo Boss for Women, and I happen to love it. The kicker is I know who got it for me, because I was one of the few people in charge of the Secret Santa list!