As obscene as that line sounds, I’m going to be irreverent and it stays put. Yes, this is my “that time of the year” post and oh yes, I’m so doing it because I’m supposed to be on the job. So hah. 
This year, instead of the usual wishes (that I wish for you anyway), let me tell you about a tradition we’ve instated. Now you know I’m not the epitome of traditional and you also know I’m anti-symbolism. That said, I do value personal meaning and bonds and like to create my own rituals around them. As a selectively practicing Zoroastrian, Christmas tends to be my annual biggie (yeah, go figure….all that wicked, wicked missionary schooling, how come there’s no Peace & Love Jihad yet?) so this year, when we brought home a brand new baby tree to the Boy’s apartment, we invited each of our friends, neighbors and guests to put up an ornament on a branch. Whether the glow on our faces was the warmth of the season or the red and green fairy lights we’ve put up is anybody’s guess, but boy, did it feel like community.
How is that not symbolic, you ask? I don’t know if it isn’t. OJ say wisdom can be ambivalent. But the gathering of friends over prawn curry, chicken pie and cranberry juice, Bocelli’s sonorous booming of Adeste Fideles on Playstation, the BFF baking a dish for my dinner party that she didn’t even attend, a borrowed table cloth that was someone’s wedding present, the red-and-gold wreath on the front door, bought after much debate and hullabaloo on a Saturday afternoon jaunt to Crawford Market, a whiff of a vanilla-scented candle lingering in the air, welcoming visitors with the warmth we hope to extend, videotaping Ghattu as he boogied to the Trisch Trasch Polka (Strauss over Singh is King, y’hear that J?) and the wish that the love of friends will fill this little corner of our home and hearts aren’t mere symbols and it is these I am basking in as I ask the Lord to bless us and keep us while December rounds out into the unknown days ahead.
Were I clever and all tech-savvy, I would put up an e-tree and have you add baubles, but in the absence of either attribute, I’m going to ask you to visualize. Dear reader, gentle friend, won’t you hang a ding-dong on my tree?
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
at the risk of sounding Bobbit…a ding dong for you with you always.
clearly I channel a (bob)bit of the Delhi Police as well.
Certainly, I would love to! These love-spreading rituals are all good!
The tree sounds lovely!
Please accept my virtual err.. ding dong 🙂 http://tinyurl.com/yhty8xz
Merry X’mas & good cheer all around
I made an ornament one year with some rather wide multicoloured ribbons. I’d love to make one for your tree and put it up 🙂
Inspite of what you tweeted
Am hereby & herewith tempted
To quote, “Dingadong,
Oh Baby, sing a song”
And hope my limerbauble is accepted!
http://golkamra.blogspot.com/2009/12/wada-din-mubarak.html
my peace and love jihad
Oh, absolutely, OJ.
A couple of candy canes, stars, baubles, and my awesome corn and spinach bake are all there already!
Merry Christmas, and have a wonderful year ahead.
Hope you had a lovely Xmas,wish you a super 2010 ahead!! 🙂
aneela z: You were in our fair city, I heard? 🙂 Is that bottom up for grabs, by the by?
Anjali: Thankee. 😀
Shivani: Thanks and Merry Christmas!
DewdropDream: Okay, so my address is……
Aunty G: I’ll take it as a one-off
From the times of ye olde Shroff
Ban Bollywood please
It makes me groan and wheeze
And gag and gasp and cough.
dipali: Oh thank you, Dipali. 😀 I hope you have a year of warmth and goodness.
Vidya: Thanks, Christmas was fun and I’m kinda hoping 2010 will have a peaceful, easy vibe. Wishes to you too!
damnit. am i too late to hang a dingadong on your tree? 🙂
the mad momma: “It is never too late for the love of friends.” ~Orange Jammies, circa 2010