My earliest memory of Christmas is of my father as Santa Clause (or Father Christmas in the UK) at the hospital he worked in. I don’t remember the circumstances under which the English hospital would invite an Indian gentleman for this honorable post, but I’m glad they did. I remember him smiling gleefully, with a white add-on beard on dark skin and giving out presents. I even remember pointing out to him that he was miming and not really singing the carols during a service. How could I blame him? We were not Christians but he was giving it his all and trying to fit in. He loved every minute of it, and so did I.
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