*PRESENT DAY: December 1st, 2023*
Dear Reader,
On the first day of December, the air carried the scent of Christmas, and I found myself eagerly anticipating the gift I would unwrap. 'Tis the season of giving, yet my thoughts were mostly fixated on what I might receive. To those grown American kids reading this, I'm quite sure you've realized that your dad probably devoured all the cookies and milk you left for Santa every Christmas Eve. You should really forgive him because, in return, he left you gifts, which I find rather sweet.
Today, December 1st, 2023, I found myself yearning for the old Nigerian Christmas. There was no Santa-just Father Christmas, a character brought to life by our uncles donning the white beard and the iconic red suit. As a Nigerian child, Christmas was of immense importance, and I'll share why. I cannot speak for the present, but Nigerian Christmas used to be incredibly entertaining, especially for kids. For some, it was the only day they'd don matching outfits with the entire family.
Every kitchen boasted rice, and there was no mercy for the chickens. There was no naughty list; instead, we had the chance to even extort stingy relatives. We savored drinks until our outfits could no longer contain us, for when it came to drinks, we were offered varieties and never turned any down. There was always that one relative's house we visited, with strict warnings from Mom not to eat anything, and we all knew why.
Dear Reader, on December 1st, 2023, I sorely missed the old Christmas and cherished every memory I held of it.
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