Several years have passed since I thought I should discover for myself a handsome Christmas tradition. Something that I ought to do every year, something unique to me, something truly personal to me. In the past, I have had a hard time at keeping up with my proposals after some time passes. Gradually, the desire starts to fade or begins to shimmer with excitement a little less. So naturally, this Christmas tradition should withstand the currents of time and age. I should be able to follow it even when I turn 50 years of age. I gave it my constant thoughts, and could single on just one task which was reading! I have been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I have solved murders with Hercule Poirot, I have taken the Hogwarts express, and I have been a willing listener to Emma and Eliza Bennet. I have grown up to rely on these books as my confidants and my eternal pool of happiness.
I always tell my friends I have been born in the wrong era, and possibly, a rather incorrect time zone. I was meant to trapeze in a floor length skirt in muddy parks with the Bennet sisters, perhaps. Well, never mind. Being with these very classics as my own Christmas tradition gives me great joy. Yes, it might not be the most original thought ever conceived. But till I have a better social life-imaginary or real, I am content with this decision.
So I have decided, if anyone ever wishes to look me up in the holidays, they will find me curled up in my bed with a cup of green tea and an excellent book from the golden era. I am very excited to begin my journey into a new year with this resolution! Some years it will be me and Mr. Darcy’s pride dining together, other years it could be a sole date with William Thackeray, and on some occasions I might be discovered taking a train journey with Anna Karenina!
Everyone has a Christmas tradition, and now I do too!
Surbhi Arora 