Come to think of it, she spent too much time watching Astro so much so, she spoke in an American accent until about 10 years old. One of my new neighbor spoke to us and out of curiosity asked me how long we were in the United States. I looked at her bewildered and when she pointed out that it was how my daughter spoke that got her to think that, I laughed instantaneously and explained to her that my daughter grew up in front of the TV from the age of 1 till 6!!). Funny how you don't really notice silly stuff when it happens to your own daughter. I'd smile a sinister smile when I hear Malaysians speak in a heavy non-Malaysian English accent. In fact I made fun of the whole ordeal in "Da Foreign Accent Syndrome yawlll".
Of course being a Malay (if you insist on branding me one, as far as I'm concern I'm a Malaysian; if you think I'm being mengada ngada, I suggest you deal with that), one cannot run from the raised eyebrows and fatwas that sounded more like fart-was, like arrows shot straight towards you, as though trying to save your soul from the wretched hell fire. (wow, apparently it is easier going into hell then into heaven as there are too many don'ts and too little do-s.....hmm...Dr Do-Little comes to mind suddenly). I prepared my daughter with a simple answer, "Isa was one of our prophets, why not celebrate his birthday too?". That actually shut some kepoh-chee mouths, perhaps because it came from a child. I used the same line and beyond. Rest of my immediate family was cool with it though. If it makes your child happy and occupied with a simple thing like a Christmas tree, I don't see why not. It helps with children creativity too and it's a fun family thing to do.
Yes, I use to have a Christmas tree, until one fine day, my daughter outgrew it. Basically, we just got lazy crawling into the small then crowded and unorganized store room to take the tree out and decorate it. My daughter found something else more intriguing to decorate at the age of 9...... herself. Frankly, I miss having her going crazy decorating the Christmas tree instead, because at least my jewelry, high heels and make up and brassieres do not go missing in action back then.
As for Santa Claus, well, telling the kids that Santa does not exist is as good as telling most adults today, that the Al Gore's Global Warming is a hoax. Try telling them and see what happens;
Of course whilst Santa comes in many forms;
There's the Smeagol kinda Santa (excuse him he's having an intense debate with himself whether to keep or to distribute "his precious"....)
The Merry Santa
The Gay Santa; (apparently gay is no longer happy being just happy, they want to be gay)
Santa in trouble;
Santa with imaginary enemies with imaginary weapon of mass destruction (the uuuuuuugliest kind)
And the good ol' conventional Santa, filled with goodness, not just in his bag, but in his belly too....
Whichever Santa it is, there's a Santa in everyone. It's the spirit of giving that makes Christmas special....
Have a Merry little Christmas everyone !!!
(or perhaps a big one)
(or perhaps a big one)