Still months to go for Christmas Eve but I will share my Christmas
story. I feel lucky to be the child who was told that of course there is a Santa
Claus and he watches over secretly from his den (don’t know where he lives) all
over the year, just to evaluate what you deserve at the end of it. Well, this
was my mother’s version and I believed it without a doubt. My belief was so
firm that it often led to long arguments with my friends or anyone who tried to
stand against it. (Yes I was argumentative at 8 too)
It all changed when I was 8 and was beginning to enter the “why”
era. I would put a why, how to every sentence my parents said but Santa Claus
was simply sacred. His existence was my centre of gravity as I felt him
watching over my every deed. Few days before the Christmas Eve, I went over to
my mother asking her if she knows what Santa will get me this year. She smiled
and told me that I have grown up and I should know that Santa is just a figment
of imagination. I slowly moved out of the room and did not speak to anyone that
night. I felt betrayed and sagged. I felt as if a pillar of existence has been
crumpled. I felt the world is too bad to live
.
Ten years later when I am writing this, I can feel the pain
and twinge of my 10 year old self. But I would like to ask her to still believe
that Santa is real because your 20 year old self believes he is real and is
watching over from somewhere, taking pride in my achievements, shedding tears
on my sorrows, smiling on my ability make people smile, and also evaluating my
performance to give something someday...someday when I will really need it and
he would be the only capable of giving.
1 comment:
gives you hope!! and makes you believe that yes there is someone! but you should try and venture into another level..where these personal experiences gives you a direct relationship with how things work in life!! Just try..
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