Christmas is fun .I simply love it and as a child I always longed to celeberate it .The concept of Santa coming through the chimney and giving a sackful of presents was I suppose the biggest attraction .Reading innumerable Enid Blytons in my make believe world I was celeberating christmas and had an identity to match .However this illusion was cruelly shattered by a teacher .We were asked to write an essay describing our selves so I wrote one describing myself with blue eyes and golden hair .The teacher (she was a British lady )brutally told me that since I am an Indian I simply can not have blue eyes and golden hair and my favourite festival can not be Christmas .I suppose she could have been kind to a seven year old .Now all that has changed .Christmas is very much our festival .All the markets are decorated and there are trees galore andso are Santas distributing gifts .There were wonderful Xmas parties .My cousin had a beautiful tree all decorated with snow and glitter .So dear Teacher you were wrong it is our christmas and as regards blue eyes and golden hair thanks to contact lenses and hair colour it is no big deal .