A day like this back in the days in the village I would have been voted the best behaved boy. Not that I cared much about good behavior but during December festivity good manners came with goodies.
That Xmas of 1997 was to be the best because, my mama was satisfied that I was good and genuinely well behaved. She measured the length of my foot with a stick and the waist with a string. Both were to be used as samples for the new outfits for the D-day: shoes and trouser respectively.