It was 4:45AM when I woke up on a Saturday. Everyone was still asleep, I assumed. Who cares about getting up early on a Saturday? As for me, the reason was something eerie. I don’t know. I just woke up that early and not minding getting back to sleep again. Moving on, I went up my bed. Prayed. A sudden sound of bells and heard shush from like small minions or what. The sound was from our chimney. They (they sound so many) were giggling. I was sort of curious about the situation. I finished my prayer with a safety prayer, asking God to keep me safe from leading me to where I’m going right now – the sound. I quickly got up, slippers put on. Then a bang!
I wonder what that loud bang was. I went back to my bed like a turtle covering myself with my comforter. What creep was that? About 17 minutes after, I remained myself covered. Heard nothing but silence. Was my mom not awakened by the loud bang? I slowly moved out from my shell and put on my slippers and like a ninja, using only my toes walking. Afraid, I was walking at a snail’s pace covering my left eye with my right eye half-opened. Wondering who it was.
Crap. I ran down quickly as I can seeing those gifts jumbled like a pieces of puzzle under the chimney. I theorized as like it came from above. All those giggling and shushing were from…
As I arranged all the gifts disarranged, I saw a note that was for me.
You have been bad last year. Something new?
I haven’t sent you one. Sorry.
I only have toys for good boys.
Yeah. It was Santa who gave all these. Santa’s real. Gee!
I rushed to my room feeling ashamed of what Santa has for me. A note. It’s as if he knew what I have been doing last year. I bet he knew what I have done this year. Gosh.
It made me realized how I am this year, I assessed. This year has been great. It has somehow been a rough road for most of my experience but it made an impression of how well I am not with myself but with the people around me. It was this year that I have been very generous. Totally not financially but in deeds. I have seen how my friends been very disappointed with some of their experiences. I have my reservations of sharing it to them so I politely attended to their rants about how shitty their life was. It was a bit inspiring, the thought that I am not the only person whom life shits upon. I guess one dies a virgin because in the end, life fucks us all. Lol.
For the past many years, I have been very selfish, self-centered and ugly. I guess I have done something great this year – selfless and a good friend. This year is not about me. It is about the people whom I shared with that made them happy and secured. Though I wasn’t not that generous with money, but I have a generous heart that I can proud of. Wow! I hope Santa knows this.
I went back to the note Santa gave me wondering how he knew about me. I flipped it to the back page and saw another note,
This year has been great for you.
Your friends are lucky to have you.
Truly, a golden heart you have there.
Look under you bed.
Merry Christmas, Son!
I went down immediately under my bed and found something I will never forget. It was a gift from my deceased dad. A video my dad made before he died. It was a video message I will truly treasure in my entire life. It was just between me and my dad and it meant a whole world for me.
This has been the most wonderful gift I have received this Christmas. I could not express how thankful I am. This is why Santa is mostly loved by kids for he knows how to make us happy. J