I look at everyone rejoicing around me and wishing Merry Christmas to each other with a bottle of champagne or a cigarette in hand. Not sure if this is how Mr. Santa wants all of us to enjoy this day.
But what I really miss is the pair of socks that I used to hang outside my room along with the wishlist, hoping that Mr. Santa will come and fulfill all my desires. With my age, the size of the socks started increasing and so did the wishlist. I still remember, on one of the Christmas Eve's, I had hung my sister's slacks so that the entire cricket bat could fit in. Thank you Jesus for such wonderful sister who always gave me gifts more than what I desired.
Today I sit alone in my room, waiting for the same Santa to give me a magical wand so that I can make my life simpler. I miss my childhood when my ignorance used to get me gifts whereas today my knowledge about the same makes me sit alone and create a wishlist for which I would have to be the Santa and fulfill.
Merry Christmas!!
