“Every year, my siblings and I decorated a Christmas tree. My dad climbed the ladder and put up lights all around the house. We invited family over or made the trip to them.✨🎅🏾 On Christmas Eve, we baked cookies and watched our favourite holiday movies (both Home Alone films are at the top of the list), and left out cookies and milk for Santa. In the morning, we woke up early, snuck downstairs and found a mountain of gifts under and around the tree. We spent the entire morning opening gifts, laughing and just being completely happy. Then my mom would make cholay bhaturay for brunch (curried chickpeas with fried bread). The fresh and warm bhaturay were so irresistible that we continued to eat even when our stomachs were ready to burst. Growing up, I didn’t realize that there was anything wrong with this tradition... But people outside of my family would question it. They would ask, ‘oh you guys celebrate Christmas? I didn’t realize you were Catholic!’👇🏿 Years later, as a mom of two daughters for 10 years, I still receive the same questions. A couple of years ago, around the holidays, I saw an Instagram story to the effect of, ‘sad to see so many brown people putting up trees and getting caught up in the capitalism of Christmas, rather than attending the Gurdwara.’” — Taneet Grewal (@writingsformydaughters)✏️ 🔗Link in bio to read her why she continues to celebrate Christmas with her daughters, and what she hopes they’ll learn from the traditions passed on from her parents.🫶🏾🎄🇨🇦