This is a watercolor painting I did of Santa.
Christmas is almost there, and I can’t wait to celebrate it! it’s my most favorite festival, and there’s more to it too—I totally believe in Santa Claus. I’ve been writing to him since last two Christmas, and now, too. I’ve written a 3-paged letter to him, this time, and i just can’t wait to keep it on my table, for him to see it when he comes to my house!
Santa’s letter to me in 2012 Christmas.
And this is my 3 paged letter to Santa, this time – 2014 Christmas.
But you know, a couple of days back when we all were coming back from the beach, we wondered: Where is Santa really from? How does he really look like(other than the red and white dress we humans gave him)? Is he really like the fat Santa we usually draw? Or he is different than what we think?(Well, today I read the letter Santa gave me in 2012 Christmas, and it looks like he really is fat, because he wrote it himself).
Have you wondered about this lately?
I so believe in Santa, that I really want to research about him. This research wasn’t like any other research, for me. When you research about topics that REALLY appeal to you,(like Santa Claus was a fun topic for me) it’s much more fun. I found out some interesting facts, which I thought i’d like to share with you: Santa Claus, is also known as Saint Nicholas. In many western cultures, he is said to bring gifts to good children on the night of 24 December.
Hmm… Folks, didn’t I tell you before, i’ve been writing letters to Santa. So here’s some info about letter writing to Santa:
Writing letters to Santa Claus has been a Christmas tradition for children for many years. Some social scientists have found that boys and girls write different types of letters. Girls generally write longer but more polite lists and express the nature of Christmas more in their letters than in letters written by boys. Girls also more often request gifts for other people.
Now that you know something about Santa, you can ask yourself questions you think about Santa, and do share them with me in the comments if you’d like too!
Yesterday, I found this website called Email Santa, and since then i’ve been so excited about it! It contains loads of christmas activites. But no, that’s not what i was talking about—i was talking, that you can send live letters to Santa, track him, see where he is that second, look at his blog, take his autograph, see him live in his North Pole webcam—oh, it’s never ending!
Wait—but you must be thinking, what is she talking about? Why is she so excited?
See, i know. Those who don’t believe in Santa, won’t find that website too useful. I’ve been thinking about this lately, whether the Santa, on the website – Email Santa, is real. I can’t be sure. But listen carefully—when I was sending a letter to Santa on email Santa at night, there were two options- watch Santa reply to you live(takes time) or make him WRITE back to you(as fast as a fly!). I was SO excited about seeing him live that I choose the live option. As it took it’s time, suddenly, out of nowhere, without a image on the screen—blank, I heard some elves talking on the computer. I couldn’t hear them properly, though I first heard Santa say, in his deep voice, Oh Boy!
But my heart jumped into my mouth when they said this:
“She is leaning toward the computer”. The elf said.
Do you know what i mean? They were talking about me that I’M leaning toward the computer! Which is totally, totally true! I was right there looking at the computer, and when I whisper-shouted “Mamma!” excitedly, the elves are telling the truth! I’m looking at the computer! And they said the exact same thing!
And Oh, Oh, Oh! When i said so, the elf said: “Shh! She might hear us. Talk softly.” That meant, they knew i’d heard them saying about me to Mamma. So they said, “Shh! She might hear us.
As the elf’s and Santa’s voice ended, the screen again lit up, and started loading.
After that moment, I couldn’t sit. My mind started racing, my heart started beating faster, my whole body started thinking.
What’s going on? I asked myself.
My parents were shocked too—to listen what I was telling about the elf’s. My Mamma was completely spell bounded, as her mouth dropped open. Night fell, and we all started to go to sleep–except me. I just couldn’t sleep. My mind was racing—again. As if it has just returned from a marathon. I looked at the dark night sky, as i thought.
Santa, i said if i were talking to him. Santa, are you really the real one, i saw on Email Santa?
Miraculously, it looked like he was talking back to me: “Yes, Pari. I was the real one on the website.
“Santa—santa, can you please appear in front of me? Santa I really want to meet you, Santa.” My eyes swelled up with tears. I could barley talk.
“We will see about that dear”.
“Shh…. Now go to sleep. Good night.”
I smiled as I started to close my eyes. I imagined him taking me in his sleigh, high up in the air. I know, i know. He’ll come for me. I just know. If not this time, but he WILL come next time. But i’m sure he will.
In a few minutes, I was asleep.
I opened my eyes. It was night. I started shivering a bit. I was little scared. I snuggled up close to my Papa who was sleeping on the left to me. Mamma was beside him, then beside Mamma, there was Sufiana. As I hugged him, in a few minitues—again—I was sleeping.
As I woke up early in the morning the next day, I sat in front of Mamma having breakfast. And suddenly, out of nowhere, I saw two red and green elastic rubber bands.
“Did any of you keep it here, Mamma?” I asked.
“No, I didn’t keep it. Neither did Papa”.
I smiled. I knew, I just knew, I just KNEW. That’s it. I knew what it was, who it was from, why it was here.
It was a sign from Santa.
When I explained about the sign to Mamma, she smiled.
Pari, because you believe so much in Santa, that’s why only you will see the sign. No one will, except you. Only you will know, that it’s a sign. No one else. If you show it to someone of your friends. they’ll laugh at you and say, “What are you talking about Pari!” But you won’t laugh. You won’t think like them.
Exactly Mamma. Isn’t it like— in the movie Polar bear express, Santa gives a special bell to a boy, which is only heard by him, NO ONE else will be able to hear that sound of the bell except him.
I walked away. I grinned. I was so, so, so happy!
P.S This post is written by my heart, i’ve written it myself. There’s only one proof read—I wrote what i felt.