Christmas is Coming!

Is it really Christmas time in Ghana?
Not that I am the festivity type - Infact I have never been interested in Christmas but perhaps this time round I can afford to think of it somehow. This Christmas, in Ghana, the political campaign songs are louder than the Christmas carols.
The gospel according to political parties is more pronounced than the gospel of the coming of the Lord.
And we anticipate more, the coming of the next president (whom we don't know yet) than the birth of Christ.

The Good Old Days
In those good days the world's biggest problems could be solved with some little persistence and some cry. So soon that already belongs to history but I still relish it.
Every Christmas we were dressed up in the best attire. This included spectacles that with images of animals on them.I still remember the "up and down" that was sewed for me a few times. I felt on top of the world and the two pockets in the front of the shirt came in handy. Sweets, spectacles, biscuits and other Christmas items competed for space in the little pockets.
And I remember how we went door to door in Yendi singing Christmas Carols and the gifts we got after wards - and how we quarreled over the distribution of the gifts.
I also remember how a month to Christmas, Mom would ask me to behave if I wanted to have that bottle of Fanta like the rest of the kids. Chocolate was for the privileged and I knew I would never taste it even if I behaved a saint.

Time has passed since then. Now Christmas means looking back and wishing I still had 3 more months to the end of the year. Another year is just around the corner. Bills and rent should be paid. The plans for the year have not been fully met - not even halfway!
Christmas cards have to be bought or printed for friends and loved ones! You don't want to miss out anybody.
Christmas day is perhaps not going to be different from other days. But certainly, it will mean one less Christmas in this life of (y)ours
Merry Xmas if you read this.