Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tails ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing
A sleighing song tonight
The first Christmas song that comes to our minds is 'Jingle All the Way'. We have all grown up with the believe that Santa does exist and he brings us gifts and presents that we really want. I remember being scolded by my mom and asked to amend my ways or else, 'Santa won't bring me presents', was the standard line that always made me behave.
As I grew older, I began to wonder if Santa actually existed. I never saw him coming down my chimney. Well, how could he, we did not have a chimney in our home. My grand pa explained, 'He has his ways, he will come in somehow and leave gifts for you.'
Christmas mornings were always a delight, waiting eagerly to open all the gifts from mom, aunts, uncles and friends. The most anticipated gift of all those gifts was the one from Santa. He always got me what I really, really wanted. That made my believe even stronger, that yes he does exist. He is reading my letters, hearing my wishes and therefore he always gets me what I want.
As I grew older, Santa became a childish fetish. Christmas became more of a holiday that brought huge discounts and best deals in the malls. It turned out to be just smiling at children who were waiting for Santa and nodding heads with the thought 'it's just a myth, you'll soon find out!'
But, still at the back of my mind, I had one thought, "Will he get me what I want, this year too?". And guess what, even though I no longer wrote him letters, did not speak to him before going to bed and begging him 'please get me what I want, I promise to be good', I still got what I wanted. Was I a special child to Santa that he got me everything in spite of having doubts about his existence? I soon found out my answer.
One Christmas, I laid awake in my bed waiting to catch him when he comes to leave my presents. And he did arrive. But he did not come in his usual reindeer sledge, red coat and big sack full of presents. He came in the guise of my mother, tip toeing in my room, leaving the present that I really wanted.
That night my belief that Santa does exist did not get shattered, instead became even stronger. Santa does visit every child in form of loving parents. All these years it was my mom who bought me just the right gift, the one I really wanted. Parents always know what there kids want and they take great pains to give it to them. I know my mother did struggle a lot and always gave me what I really wanted. Santa is real and he is always with you in the guise of your parents. This Christmas do not forget to give your parents some extra 'merry' hugs and love. Santa has made me believe in one more thing, 'God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers'!