It’s a pyjama moment. For the first time in my long and satisfying life I am going to have to endure a Pyjama Christmas.
Not for this year the midnight mass followed by the late-night, early-morning drinking session of my youth, with friends. Not the late morning visits to families and friends with close relationships, rewarded by Christmas sweets and of course Christmas drinks. Not for this year the Christmas night dance with merriment and top bands playing live music. The only dancing will be in the drawing room in pyjamas and thank heavens for small mercies - roasted turkey, aged sorpotel and lovely fluffy idlis made by the friendly neighbourhood Saravana Bhavan. The thoughts of the season will linger, pyjamas or not, with the Christmas tree my wife single-handedly puts up every since we were married. No problem. A small price to pay for all the happiness over the years that makes me during this year’s Christmas season, appreciate it all. Roland.
