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The Beauty Of The Christmas Tree.

The beauty of the Christmas tree is,

That it is blessed by Jesus and by Santa himself.

It can hold all sorts of surprises,

Gifts, candies, prizes and much more.

If I had a Christmas tree,

It surely would have decorated with a lot of surprises.

Adios ! And Merry Christmas.

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“What have you brought for me?” Or “Have you brought anything for me?”

How many times have you heard this line-“what have you brought for me or have you brought anything for me?”

I have asked my mother this question many times, when I was a small boy. Ma used to come to pick me up from my school which was nineteen kilometres away from my home.

 Sometimes, Ma would bring peanuts or sometimes lollipops and on some days ice lollies. Even when my school changed, Ma used to buy small things for me from the stationary store located inside the school when the need used to arise.

Once a special type of “toy” eraser was available in the school stationary shop and nearly all of my classmates had it. One morning I asked Ma, “Ma would you please buy me this particular toy eraser. It’s an eraser as well as a toy. Ma immediately bought that eraser for me. I was very very happy. I was so happy with that gift which Ma had bought for me, that I seldom used it as an eraser, but mostly as a toy. It was a treasure in my toy collection.

A time came when dad had to go on office tours and as soon as he used to reach home, before I could ask him-“Baba, have you brought anything for me or what have you brought for me”, he used to give me the toys that he had brought for me. In his suitcase, he used to arrange the toys in such a manner, so that they didn’t get destroyed while travelling.

The scene changed. I was thirteen years old.

Then I had asked dad. Dad-“what have you brought for me?”

At the age of sixteen years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of seventeen years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of eighteen years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of nineteen years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of twenty years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of twenty five years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

Till date,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

As now I am a big boy or a man, seldom something comes out of his bag for me.

My mother was an International School Teacher in a foreign country when I was fifteen-sixteen years old. I was a student in that same school. Both of us (Ma and me) we used to reach the school by car and in the afternoon come back home by bus.

Once, the school had arranged for a field trip to such a place where they used to show dolphin shows. Ma was the class teacher, so she had to take her class to that field trip.

That day when I met her in the bus, I asked her-“Ma how was the trip? Did you bring anything for me?”

Ma replied-“The trip was ok and yes I have a gift for you”.

Ma had brought a small souvenir of stationary goodies from that place for me. I was very happy with it.

As I mentioned before, even now, whenever dad goes on a trip, the moment he has freshened up after coming back from that trip,  I ask him-“Dad have you brought anything for me?”.

For all of us, most of the time, the child inside us remains alive and brooding in such manners.

Be it mom or dad or any siblings, the moment they start telling about their sojourn, we involuntary ask-“what have you brought for me?”.

It seems that all of us nearly lack the basic etiquettes of mannerisms, but the question is universal-“Have you brought anything for me?”

Children are famous for asking this question, but even adults’ harbour this question in their minds and soon after coming from a trip or tour, if the answer to the question is negative, then be sure that you would have to see sour faces for a time which doesn’t stand guaranteed.

Hope you too have asked sometime or the other-“What have you brought for me?”

P.S.- When I showed this blog to Ma, she became upset and told me that I seldom asked for things in childhood from her and dad, but not on a daily basis. Dad used to give me any toy brought for me on his own. I apologise for the incorrect representation of my childhood.

N.B.-Generally, the question “What have you brought for me?” Or “Have you brought anything for me?” arises in all of our minds many times in our lives, so this post of mine is factually incorrect but the content and topic is true.

Adios!