Christmas through faraway eyes
ALMA FLEET
I grew up in Saudi Arabia, having my fourth birthday on the flight to Dhahran, a desert ARAMCO oil company town. Christmas was multi-layered. The joy of it included the fact that summers were so hot that school was in three-month blocks, enabling all December to be at home, making cards, baking sugar cookies, decorating them with my mother, and turning the household into a feast of Christmas books and precious things.
The religious part of it was also multi-layered: as a strict Moslem country, Christian religious events were supposedly not allowed. For example, Ministers of Religion/Priests had their occupations listed as ‘Teacher’ on their passports, and on the weekend (i.e., Thursday/Friday because Friday was the local religious day), ‘church’ services were events in…