I am celebrating the spirit of Christmas with the #UnwrapChristmas blog chain. Thank you Dr Roshan Radhakrishnan for passing the baton of Christmas joy and spirit to me. Idea is to pass on the Christmas cheer from one to other by sharing our musings on what Christmas means to us.
heard some tussle between my son and daughter. Brushing it off as just another
war of words, I did not pay much attention. It’s a usual scene that either the elder
bro or the little sis pulls the pranks on other and they end up with a war of
words. And it usually dies out with a laughter or “katti” ranting the air in their
little beyond that. The little one knocked on our bedroom door with a sobbing.
As she came near and hugged me, I could sense that there was a great emotional upheaval
happening inside the little head. “There is no Santa, I know. You all are
cheating me. You are doing all this to make sure that I am a good girl all
through out the year. Is it not Aai?”, grumbled the troubled soul.
sudden dear?”, I checked, taking a little cautious approach.
me while I was hanging my socks”, she replied.
was. The elder one having crossed his age of believing in Santa Claus
distributing the gifts, had polluted the mind of the little one.
hanging between the belief and doubt, of faith and distrust. It could have shattered the little one’s emotional
world or would have fortified it. All hanged in the balance, with my answer.
I first kissed her. With firm words, I responded, “The Santa Claus was real, is
real and will always be. He rewards small and big in different ways if one had
been good throughout the year. Just go ahead and hang your socks.”
the answer was a sign of the victory for the little one. By this time, the
elder one also had entered the room. The little one turned around with a twirl
and saw ‘Dada’. Sticking tongue out, waving hands animatedly and squinting her eyes, she mocked at him. The elder one stood with hands folded and
raised eyebrows. He waited till she was out of the room.
elder one at me.
sit next to me on the bed, I said, “I need not prove it. You already have felt
the presence of Santa in your life too.”
Santa was the one with a red hat, riding the reindeer. He bought the goodies that you had thought of
as gifts. He wore a pleasing smile. And to earn those gifts you had tried best
to be a good boy through out the year. Growing up, the habit of being good or
doing good was ingrained in your character, courtesy Santa. And those good
deeds have returned to you in one form or the other as the gift”.
tone which informed me that the doubt was waning away and faith had made an entry
into his world with firm steps.
the road while riding your cycle after stumbling on fallen branch. As you were
trying to get up on your feet, the bruises pained you. The vegetables that you
had bought from the market were strewn on the road. A hand held out in front of
you to get you on your feet. Same hands helped you collect and put the
vegetables back into your bag. Did you know him? Did he not wear a smiling
face? Was he not the Santa for you at that time to gift you the helping hand
when you needed the most. Was it not the gift of that moment?”
his face and he nodded in affirmation. I felt as if a little pixie dust was
showered on to him and it did its magic. He sat there next to me for another minute or so. I believe
many Santa faces might have flashed in front of his eyes and he was feeling grateful. “You
are right Aai. There is a Santa”, he said in a very positive tone. Continuing his
gaze at nothing in particular he added, “And you know Aai, even I have been
Santa to some!” Giving me a good night kiss he went back to his room.
to me this year, when the little one was excited when she got the circular about
the Christmas party from her school. She was excited to hang the socks again
and had whispered in my ears that she had requested Santa to gift her 20 comic
books if she had been a good girl all through out the year! The
Christmas joy and cheer continues in our household and I am sure it will forever!!!
you do not see; The reward of the faith is to see what you believe”, said Saint
Augustine. I believe in it whole heartedly, do you?