Christmas in Assam

India is a diverse country with different faiths and religions. Our member, Mr K. Chanda recalls his time in Assam, reflecting on what Christmas means to him.

When I worked as a manager on the tea plantations of Assam, the winters were very cold—quite unlike today. It was a lovely phase in my life, and the time I spent there remains deeply etched in my memory. Come December, the mist would descend thickly, and the churches and chapels in the area would ring with carols and prayers sung by priests, nuns, and members of the local community. Many of them would warmly invite us to join their celebrations. We would attend the midnight mass on Christmas Eve and the morning mass on Christmas Day.

The Christmas spirit was something I felt even as a child, but such traditions were far more subdued in our time, especially in Santiniketan, where I grew up. My children, however, looked forward enthusiastically to winter and the magic of Santa Claus. Our bungalow had a fireplace, and that added to their excitement. They believed Santa would slide down the chimney in his sleigh pulled by reindeer, carrying a bag full of gifts that he would leave by their bedside. It wasn’t until they were six or seven that they realised it was their parents who left the large red stockings stuffed with goodies.

Today, I feel the excitement surrounding Santa Claus and Christmas has grown manifold, and I must admit, I enjoy it. In the days leading up to the “Big Day,” as we call it in Bengali, we visit the club where a Christmas gathering is organised for underprivileged children. Spending time with them, playing games, and sharing laughter makes me glad. It is here, among their bright smiles, that I feel the true spirit of Christmas, sharing joy and cheer with those who need it most.

(As narrated to Support Elders by our member.)