.......Eunice Sluyter

My memories of Christmas celebrations in India are so varied. Let me share with you some of them. My first South India Christmas in a girls’ boarding school was celebrated one month early-- November 25. A month later the girls would be in their homes with their families--about one hundred twenty-five in Christian homes and thirty in Hindu homes. In the open-sided school chapel with its thatched roof over a sandy floor the girls in their white saris sat on individual woven mats. Covered heads and bare feet were outwards signs of worship and reverence. The Christmas scriptures and carols set this day apart. The mid-day Christmas feast of special rice and curry with coconut and nuts added to the occasion. The school hall was decorated with streamers of yellow and green twisted crepe paper (yellow is a happy color). A fun program in the evening brought the happy day to a close. Churches in India are usually full on Christmas Day. It is a day to wear new clothes, to wear freshly picked flowers, to give and receive garlands and sweets, to have open house and to decorate with balloons. After church everyone goes home to a meal with something special. Hindu and Moslem neighbors visit Christian families. Religious differences are forgotten in the atmosphere of joy and celebration.

One Christmas in Lucknow a professor at Isabella Thoburn College joined me in inviting several Christian Africans who were studying at the university to join us for Christmas dinner. Special rice and curry! Yum! Yum! It was a bright sunny day so we ate on the verandah and looked out at the hedge of six-foot poinsettias in the front garden. There was no need for artificial ornaments. In the evening I visited a Christian community outside Lucknow where all the musical instruments of the village were brought out, including a large drum. The cacophony of this “band” needed all the space of out-of-doors. The joy and happiness of this group of Christians was expressed in volume if not in harmony!

Christmas for Christians in India is focused, joyous, and unsophisticated.

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