Growing up, my mom never forced religious beliefs on us. And being Hindus studying at Convent Schools, we learnt to practice our religion and respect beliefs of another too. I remember picking up small plastic decorations for a shimmering little fake Christmas tree. In fact it was a practice to add at least one new ornament to it every year till it toppled by the sheer weight! Needless to say a new tree graced us. Then I grew up, and school became passé. Cherished memories!