December, 2009
Santa in the wonderland...
I had lost my hopes of finding true Santa in life. I had a perception that Santa is indeed real and he comes from the chimney to give us gifts. I always wondered that would I ever get gifts on my roof. If I did, then Santa is real. I was always in my dream world and that is the reason my Mom thought that it would be perfect to surprise me with something unexpected. My Mom thought that since I love Santa so much she would do something for me.
A day before Christmas two years back, something happened and I was so happy. There was a Christmas gift for me on my roof. I was so overwhelmed, that I could not believe that Santa came and left a wonderful gift for me. I ran to my Mom and told her that I saw a gift on the roof. Mom was equally amazed and she hugged me. I got my favorite doll. But, I had a question in my mind, how Santa knew that I wanted this doll? It was my sister who later told me that Mom had left the gift on the roof for me. She made me believed that Santa is for real. I thought of confronting my Mom on the same but I could not as she was the one who bought a smile on my face that Christmas. Till date, she is not aware that I knew who kept that gift. But, it's ok as she wanted to bring a smile on my face. I still remember that Christmas memory.
Christmas is surely a magical time!
~Pasko na naman ngunit wala ka pa
Hanggang kailan kaya ako
maghihintay sa 'yo
Bakit ba naman kailangang
lumisan pa
Ang tanging hangad ko lang ay
makapiling ka~
December, 2010
I believed in Santa...
I always believed that Santa is there and everything about Santa is true. My Mom told me that start writing letters to Santa and see if you get a reply. I was a kid five years back so was not aware of anything. As an innocent child, I wrote letters to Santa and used to put them in a post box near my house. You know what; I always got a reply back from the letters I wrote. I know you must be amazed to hear that. You might be thinking that is Santa for real. You might be thinking, did he really reply?
Well, then answer is yes he did reply but the real Santa was my Dad. Every time I posted a letter, my Dad used to get that letter and he replied me back with another one. This I got to know one day when I was out playing with my friends. So, my Dad was my Santa, but so what I am happy that he did so much for me. My Dad is also my angel because through the letters he taught me many things about life being a Santa. I am happy that I got to talk to my Santa who is my Dad.
I think I believe in Santa and also believe in the spirit of Christmas.
~Sana ngayong Pasko ay maalala
mo pa rin ako
Hinahanap-hanap pag-ibig mo
At kahit wala ka na
Nangangarap at umaasa pa rin ako
Muling makita ka at makasama ka
Sa araw ng Pasko~
December, 2011
He hugged me so tight...
He was so happy that tears started flowing down his cheeks and he hugged me so tightly. I am talking about an old man who used to sleep near our house for years. Mom told me not to talk to him, as he is mentally unstable. Dad told me that he treats kids badly so I should just stay away from him. He was scary for all my friends and they used to run away seeing him. There was something so endearing about that old man and I wanted to know what his life story is. Though, I was also scared to approach him.
Last Christmas, I thought of distributing Christmas goodies to poor people as a random act of kindness. So, I also went to that old man and gave him some sweets. I asked him why he stayed this way and why he looked so scary. He poured his heart out to me and told me that he lost his family in a car accident. He had to sell his property because there was no one to support him in his tough time. Eventually, he was left with none and had to beg on streets for food and money. And, he got tired of life and gave up on everything thus this condition. It was sad to hear his life story and I told him that he could call me her daughter. I told him that I would take him to an old age home as well where he would have a better life. He hugged me and blessed me, I still remember last year's Christmas.
