Christmas in Roscommon

Recently Santa Claus launched Christmas time in town. Standing in the midst of all the people listening to Christmas carols, it was very easy to get into the Christmas spirit and I even have to confess that afterwards, even my soul was warmed up. Something else happened, as we returned home, for the second time in my life I saw a shooting star. It’s a tradition that when you see a shooting star, you should make a wish. I did it, but I can’t tell you what it is because if I tell it won’t come true. 

Anyway, this year

Recently Santa Claus launched Christmas time in town. Standing in the midst of all the people listening to Christmas carols, it was very easy to get into the Christmas spirit and I even have to confess that afterwards, even my soul was warmed up. Something else happened, as we returned home, for the second time in my life I saw a shooting star. It’s a tradition that when you see a shooting star, you should make a wish. I did it, but I can’t tell you what it is because if I tell it won’t come true. 

Anyway, this year I will spend my fourth Christmas in Roscommon and I realise that when I was a small girl, I dreamt of Christmas in this kind of a place. A long, long, time ago, somewhere in Poland, a small Marta received a huge puzzle from Santa Claus. The picture was of a cute small town covered in snow. The tiny colourful houses were fronted by colourful doors. At the time I thought that such places only existed in fantasy. But today I realise that this town looks very similar to Roscommon. Walking along the town in a December evening, even now, when the sky had deposited a little snow, we feel like characters in a children’s story. What kind of stories do I remember?

Forever in my head is Anderson’s story of The Little Match Girl. In the middle of the Christmas shopping crowd was a poor, little girl. In bitterly cold conditions, she tried to sell some matches. A similar picture is to be seen in Roscommon, maybe not kids selling matches, but for sure there are street buskers singing Christmas songs or a school choir collecting money for a very worthy cause.

Another story that I am reminded of in Roscommon is Dickens’ ‘A Christmas Carol’. I especially remember the scene when the boss didn’t want to let the workers go home on Christmas Eve. This sometimes happens in Roscommon, where a lot of Polish people live, and for them Christmas Eve is the most important day in the year.

Anyway, Christmas in Roscommon every year is like something from a story. People on the streets greet each other, everyone is more cheerful and polite and because of that I have to thank the people of this town because every year I feel a little sad that I can’t spend Christmas with my family who are far away in Poland, but the fact that Roscommon at this time looks like a fairytale town helps me to fight this homesickness.

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