Surprises galore on Boxing Day

BOXING Day or Offering Day, celebrated the day after Christmas, is all about the joy of giving. In keeping with tradition, wealthy people give gifts in boxes to those less fortunate than them.

My sons fondly remember their Boxing Day experience in kindergarten. They were enrolled in a school run by an elderly Australian couple that was passionate about preserving their homeland’s traditions, even in a quiet bylane of Bengaluru’s Fraser Town. The couple’s dedication to Boxing Day added a unique charm to the festivities.

The school enthusiastically celebrated the occasion every year, and the fancy dress competition was a highlight of the festivities. It was a time when the children could express their creativity and imagination, often dressing up as characters from history, literature or even comic books. My wife had our boys decked out in military attire, complete with camouflage fatigues, toy guns, boots, belts and caps. Sporting their new outfits, the boys resembled soldiers and couldn’t wait to strut their stuff.

As the children reached the school, the principal’s wife, a warm and welcoming figure, met and greeted them. The classroom was decorated with a Christmas tree, streamers, ribbons, tiny stars, balloons and toys, making it look magical and exciting for the children. The classroom corner held a charming display of miniature figures depicting the Nativity — baby Jesus, his parents and the three wise men. A towering white star atop the building radiated with the message, “Merry Christmas and a happy New Year”. Her efforts and those of the other teachers made the event truly special.

The event kicked off with a teacher singing a charming Christmas tune. The principal was conspicuous by his absence, but Santa Claus’ dramatic entry created a buzz. Dressed in a classic Santa suit, complete with a red coat and a fur-trimmed hat, he playfully pranced around and greeted the kids with handshakes. The children were unaware that the person playing the part of Saint Nicholas was none other than their beloved principal in disguise.

Santa surprised the children as he pulled toys out of his coat like a magician drawing a rabbit out of a hat. The goodies, presented in neat packets, were the cherry on the cake. The room was filled with the children’s laughter, a symphony of joy that echoed off the walls. Our younger son, who looked intimidating in his military uniform, stole the show. His face lit up with pride as he ran away with the top prize in the fancy dress competition.

It’s been 30 years, but we will always cherish those moments of pure joy and innocence. As parents, witnessing the excitement and happiness in our children’s eyes was a priceless experience that warmed our hearts.