I have lots of memories about the xmas holidays of my childhood days. The most colorful among them is the crib making session after the xmas exams. Three of us (myself,appu & kochu)makes all the plans together. Appu cuts and brings all the bamboo sticks. Myself and Kochu ties it in the form of a house. Very soon there will be a big fight. beating, crying etc etc..Atlast amma has to come and calm down the atmosphere.
She used to say " Infant jesus wont come to the fighting kids home!!" Finally Appu makes a new one in the backyard. We will be left with some sticks and nobody to help. I remember one year we had two cribs in our house. :)
But anyhow we never missed to make a crib at home for every xmas.
Years flew away and now i am settled in UAE. When the xmas came i made xmas tree and all other decroations. But something was missing. I knew what it was. But i couldnt get any supplies to make a crib. so that xmas went without a crib.
But the next year i decided to make one small crib to venerate the infant jesus. Had no clue from where to start. I cut one cardboard box in the shape of a house. Covered the whole house with wooden skewers used
for barbeque. It was a tedious job,especially with one small kid who meddles everything. Had to resize the skewers into my crib's size. Then glue it and paste it. I had to repeat it for each skewer. But i am happy that the whole effort dint become futile.
Nowadays we get readymade crib set in UAE also.But such readymade things gives us no gratification. These handmade works reminds us the pain and effort behind it..That makes u happy and content.
