asked some of the women that we highlighted during the year
to tell us what is their favourite Christmas memory/tradition:
Montano; Vice-president of the Hispanic Women in Trinidad
What a difficult question! I have so many favourite memories
and traditions. One of my favourite memories is, as a child,
being shown the Christmas star in the heavens by my father
and tracking it every night up to Christmas as it got bigger
and bigger. Of course, by December 24, our excitement would
be at fever pitch!
On Christmas morning, my brother and sisters and I would rush
downstairs to see what Baby Jesus had brought us. (In Venezuela
it is the Baby Jesus that brings the toys for the children).
We would have put out our new shoes around the Christmas tree
(a real one) the night before and the presents for each child
would be arranged around that childs shoes.
Today, as a mother, my favourite memory/tradition is to see
the faces of my children on Christmas morning so filled with
wonder and delight at the miracle of Christmas as we gather
around the tree to see what Santa has brought them. (Hey!
We are in Trinidad now! Santa comes over here!)
My tradition is to have Christmas dinner on December 24. My
husbands is to have it on the 25. So, we have two dinners!
But my absolutely favourite memory of Christmas can be best
summed up in one word: Love!
Teelucksingh; Co-ordinator of the Kindness in Donations and
Services (Kids) Trinidad Hilton.
Hmm, the significance of Christmas has varied for me over
Before my mum died, I have memories of home-made bread, my
sister and I hunting around the house wondering where they
left our presents each year and the excitement of new curtains
on Christmas Eve. After she died, Christmas held no significance
for me and Id often start the day
crying and hoping it would be over quickly enough. For the
first time in a long time, Im actually looking forward
to Christmas as we have new additions to our family and Im
not grumbling about having to do Christmas shopping!
Ill always miss my mum, but Im certain with time
and the love of my family and friends, it will get easier.
I want to tell everyone remember the significance of the season,
hold your loved ones as closely and tightly as you can and
be thankful for every moment you share with them this Christmas!
Healy; Chairman of the Democratic National Assembly.
My memories of Christmas are filled with images of my grandmother
in the kitchen cooking and the exhilarating smell of all of
the traditional foods that she would create.
Our ritual was always the same and I looked forward to it
all year. It was the one time that we got to have ham, black
cake and ponche de creme, so it was a very special and exciting
time for our family.
I was allowed to be involved in the cooking process, so I
got to crush the fruit through the mixer, lick the bowl that
the black cake was mixed in, and give my recommendations on
the ponche de creme while it was being made. Unfortunately,
I also got drafted in to clean sorrel and pigeon peas, but
I didnt mind too much as Granny and I would sit together
and chat while we did it.
The symbols of Christmas were important features for me too;
the twinkling lights of the tree, Santa, going to church with
my granny and listening to the wonderful services of Fr Harvey;
the stories about the birth of Jesus, parang music, and of
course all the presents wrapped and nestled perfectly under
On Christmas Day, we opened the gifts, shared in that special
meal and spent a peaceful day at home, with cousins and family
dropping by. I felt safe, happy and complete in that small
apartment in Laventille, protected by those who loved me and
the warmth of the cooking. It was an important lesson about
family and spirituality, one which will stay with me always.
My family and I wish the people of Trinidad and Tobago a warm
and blessed season.
Mc Carthy; jewelry designer.
I have lots of Christmas memories, but there is one that really
stands out. It is having Christmas lunch with my family, grandmother
and her two friends.
It is really something to see these three elderly women give
each other flack and old talk. Mammy passed away a little
over a month ago at 94 years of age and to this day, her death
has not registered in my mind. That is a memory that Ill
always keep close to my heart.