This was only my 2nd Christmas so I don't have ANY recollection of it. I imagine that it would have been a warm time with my parents and grandparents. In that year, I was still the first grandchild on both sides of the family.
It was on this Christmas day that my mother, brother and I left Ipoh, Malaysia to make our new home in Brisbane, Australia. My father had already gone ahead several months earlier and we were joining him for Christmas Day. I remember that our last meal in Ipoh was at a Thai Restaurant. We had the usual, Pandan Leaf Chicken. My main memory of Christmas in Brisbane was this incredibly small, one room apartment that we all crammed into. We only had a radio, no TV, and the song that was playing repeatedly was La Bamba. I think we stayed at this place for a couple of months before my parents bought the house that they still live in now.
Ah...Fresh out of university and back in Ipoh for the usual summer holidays. I had no intention of moving back to Malaysia but on Christmas Eve that year, I was offered a job at Intel, Penang. Just like everything in my life, it wasn't planned and I just went with the flow, accepted it and have yet to move back to Brisbane. Afterall, it was my dream job. Back then, I had imagined myself working in an environment that was clean and white. This was the exact job for me - Manufacturing Systems Engineer in a cleanroom environment (only 10k particles per square meter and EVERYTHING was white)
I've finally re-ignited my Christmas spirit and am looking forward to lots of food, friends and shopping in Kuala Lumpur. Only thing lacking will be extended family but I'll have Richard and Aaron.