it’s cliché but it really is the most wonderful time of the year..for one sole reason, it should be..
but in this age and time, hardly does Christmas feel like one when it does come around..i guess the reasons for celebrating it have come in a myriad ways..i need not bring out the cynic in me to justify my thoughts..it’s what separates kids from grown-ups..though there’s really no harm in being a kid at heart..or maybe i’m just then again sulking into my fondest yet gone-are-those-days childhood Christmas fantasies and adventures..those days our parents used to trick us on so-called Santa gifts..it was one Eureka moment the day we figured that the toys we would be having come Christmas eve were above our aparador..ergo, there really is no Santa Clause..i wouldn’t know now if I wanted to laugh or cry that very moment..it was one good way of starting to knock hard-core reality into our meagre senses..
in response to little Virginia’s query about Santa Clause: Santa does not exist..and so every little kid’s wishes vanished in thin air..when you’re a kid, it does..while there ain’t really no Santa Clauses, his spirit does exist..and that’s to say with utmost propriety, the spirit of giving and sharing..should i go on..ahmm..
then unlike a kid, you can’t wish for justice on Cristmas Day..you maketh it..
or you’d wish you’d be like that boy who never grows up..PETER PAN..was he?
but in this age and time, hardly does Christmas feel like one when it does come around..i guess the reasons for celebrating it have come in a myriad ways..i need not bring out the cynic in me to justify my thoughts..it’s what separates kids from grown-ups..though there’s really no harm in being a kid at heart..or maybe i’m just then again sulking into my fondest yet gone-are-those-days childhood Christmas fantasies and adventures..those days our parents used to trick us on so-called Santa gifts..it was one Eureka moment the day we figured that the toys we would be having come Christmas eve were above our aparador..ergo, there really is no Santa Clause..i wouldn’t know now if I wanted to laugh or cry that very moment..it was one good way of starting to knock hard-core reality into our meagre senses..
in response to little Virginia’s query about Santa Clause: Santa does not exist..and so every little kid’s wishes vanished in thin air..when you’re a kid, it does..while there ain’t really no Santa Clauses, his spirit does exist..and that’s to say with utmost propriety, the spirit of giving and sharing..should i go on..ahmm..
then unlike a kid, you can’t wish for justice on Cristmas Day..you maketh it..
or you’d wish you’d be like that boy who never grows up..PETER PAN..was he?
