Xmas cake

Come Christmas, I remember my ageing family doc, who stays next door. Nope he isn’t our neighbourhood Santa Claus. Well to an extent he is , as he gives us our Xmas cake

For over 2 decades, we have had a very strong bonding with this renowned pediatrician. In return for the cake and annual consultation, we run over to his house on Christmas, help ourselves to more cakes and hand him a worthy gift.

Christmas eve for us as kids, used to start with staring across into his house. Every time the door opened our hearts would flutter. And when the maid finally emerged carrying the cake box …… guess u can imagine our reaction.

Years later, none of us are at home for Christmas, but still the cake and gifting tradition continues. Only now my parents take the cake well past New Year, while we finished it before Christmas noon.