I love Christmas. Who doesn’t?
After all it is the festival of Colors, Love, peace
and Santa! I always wonder, if he is real or not. If he is, I definitely want
him to drop by our home and give Mumma a new saree as she has only two
sarees since my birth. Daddy needs his crutches to be replaced as they are
beyond repair now and my brother needs a magic wand so he can fulfil all our
needs in seconds.
I usually love to go to church at midnight because
of the positive vibes the place offer. Yes, I look a little out of place in my
shabby outfits but, nevertheless my face glows as radiantly as others. I
sit at the last seat of church to attract least attention and get the cake as
soon as possible.
Thank god! We don’t have a door at home otherwise somebody would have to
wait for me all the time to keep it open.
I read somewhere; Santa only fulfills the wishes,
if we write it in a paper and put the chit in a stocking. So,
this year, I decided to put my wish in a stocking, the only pair I had. But the
idea of Santa visiting our home is so encouraging that I decide to part with my
stocking. I write my wish as neatly as I could.
I woke up happy, the next day and
suddenly all my excitement died as I saw the stocking still
hanging. "Ok! So, this is all fake, Santa doesn’t even exist"
This is what came into my mind at that particular time.
At evening, I saw a man in red attire pursuing
towards my home with a rag behind. I ran to him and there he was smiling. In
his heavy voice, he greeted us “Merry Christmas”.
I kept looking at him like a gluttony kid as
if he will use his magic wand and vanish all our miseries. From his rag back,
he drew out a gift one by one and gave it to everyone.
Maa got a new saree and daddy new pair of crutches
which can be folded.
He then turns towards me and asked me “ What do I
want?”
“I want a Magic wand for my Brother.” I replied
with innocence.
He laughed hard.
“He already has magic wand and that is you.” He
replied with a kiss on my forehead.
It was then I realized Santa exists everywhere and
sometimes they come in the form of “Brother.
”A Merry Christmas”
Written by Kanchan.
Edited by Prerika
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