Things have been changing a lot this year. There is no other way to survive rather than adjusting and adapting to the prevailing situation of COVID-19. No matter what happens, Christmas has always been a festival where people celebrate their love, care, and happiness by losing themselves for others’ happiness. Christmas allows reconnecting with friends and families. It is the holiday season where everyone travels from far places to reunite together. As the pandemic prolongs, there are high chances that people will get exposed to coronavirus; besides, cold weather can increase in cases; thus, people shop more online. Though there are a few measures to follow while attending holiday gatherings, still, they have a chance to present some perfect gifts for their loved ones. Also, if the bonding gets broken, this occasion builds a bridge to reunite their friendship. This winter, we are in Paris to celebrate Christmas. It is the city of lights that has got some extra dose of twinkling incandescent lamps. We admired the Christmas lights. We felt they were more than mere bulbs because of the elevating feel that we evoked in our soul while watching the antique silver and pink hanging handcrafted lantern and colorful light settings. The place followed a theme in hues of red and blush, leaving a look over the fantasy world. It was morning when we reached our home, my mom opened the door, and she was about to welcome my sister and me. Despite that, I went straight to my bedroom since I was excited to open the gifts from the hanging stockings, and yeah, I got our hands on playing cards. Thank you, mommy! I voiced out loudly with a gleaming smile. Generally, people gather together to spend some quality time. It was when our neighbor uncle and aunt visited our place. My sister gestured to me to come out, I did not mind to watch her actions, but I returned to the living room as I heard constant distant voices. Whoa! They were young when I saw them last time but the times have changed. It has been almost five years since I have seen them. I could see a clear wide smile; Aunt began the conversation, “You have grown up, child. You also became lean as you went to India.” I did not know what to reply. So I was mum, of course, a thousand thoughts passed through my head when I listened to the conversation. They gestured to me to come near. I went close, and they presented me with a mason jar covered with photos. I got that happily and stood back near the curtains. As they were conversing with my mom, I took that inside my room and saw the personalized mason jar that glowed with the led lights; I could see myself as a child sitting near my neighbor uncle in that photo; there were some of the personalized messages that took me back to my childhood days. I was able to sense how much they sheltered the memories with me. Though it was a small gift, I treasure it whenever I gaze.