Christmas time makes me wish I was kid again. The years when we believed that Santa does climb down windows and fairies do take us to wonderlands.We were kids then – my sis & I. Setting up a Christmas tree with a shining star, hanging our red socks by the window with our names on them, sure that Santa would leave us a gift and a note. Unfailingly, for years… And one particular note always comes to my mind, no words forgotten – ‘Since it was very cold, I could not come down the window. So I am sending you some money to buy whatever you want. Love, Santa.’
So we all knew that Santa was no one else but dad & mom. But it was such a comfort to live in the magic of the moment.
So we all knew that Santa was no one else but dad & mom. But it was such a comfort to live in the magic of the moment.
Years gone by and I still hang my kinda’ worn-out red sock on the curtain near my window on Christmas eve. Maybe it’s habit, and a dash of hope, that I check it the 1st thing on 25th morning. Of course it’s empty. Santa wouldn’t possibly walk in to my room to stuff it with gifts & trinkets. It makes me sad. And breaks my heart...
I wish time stood still… I wish I were back home again, back in time, in the magic of the moment…
I wish time stood still… I wish I were back home again, back in time, in the magic of the moment…
3 comments:
Thanks for voicing my thots so clearly with your words...it sounded like my own story where i believed in such magic moments...nd they still are there...and sometimes i just want to become that same little girl who wants to believe and that there are still so many magic moments to look forward to...thats the spirit of santa
I've never really got to experience Christmas like that way you have, but I hope to someday :)
indeed, childhood is the best wonder years that any one can have
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