Tuesday, December 25, 2012

My Christmas

To me Christmas has always been 'waking up and checking my pillow' for gifts which would include varieties of chocolates , candies and everything a kid would have liked. But yes over the years I did come to know that it was my dad who was the Santa.

Ten years back , i was run down by a scooter while crossing the road being so excited carrying all my gifts. I remember my eye getting blue after that and my mother forcing me to drink milk with turmeric mixed in it.

When i did not find anything near my bed , one early Christmas morning , just could not believe it. I walked down the stairs and saw my mom cooking .  I asked her ' if it was Christmas' ( obviously for a reason). Then making use of my acting skills , i went to sleep again. An hour later, twas my dad trying his best not to disturb my sleep and sliding a pack under my pillow.

This morning , today , miles away from my home town , from no where i checked my bed for any gifts when my friend wished me a Merry Christmas. In the process , i revisited all those moments. Feels great!


  1. All the time we think that we have grown up or matured or something, but then there come situations that remind us of our (perpetual) childlike nature.

    Merry Christmas to you and your family!

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