Christmas is a time full of parties, presents and, in our household, confusion. Having been brought up Hindu, Varun’s experiences celebrating Christmas were quite limited. Until he met me and spent Christmas with my family. In my world, Christmas starts in mid-november, so Varun has about six weeks of Christmas music, pine-scented candles and me drafting “Dear Santa” letters. Naturally, Christmas is on his mind.
Yesterday, we were visiting friends and Varun told them that I play the harp. They got super excited and began asking me lots of questions.
Varun: Angels play the harp.
Everyone: Awww…(looking from Varun to me adoringly)
Someone: Wow he just got a lot of points with Amelia.
Varun: (singing) HARP the herald angels siiiiiiing! Glory to the newborn king!
Varun: Jesus did not have blond hair and blue eyes. He probably looked like me.
Me: (rolling eyes)
Varun: I can prove that Jesus was brown.
Me: Oh really? Please do.
Varun: (singing) “Brown young viiiiiiirgin, mother and child”.
Me: Um no, it’s “round yon virgin”.
Varun: Round yon virgin? What does that even mean?
(Now every time we sing Silent Night Varun jabs me and giggles. Even, and especially, in Church)