Goodbye Santa

Monday, July 2, 2012

Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and other fairy tales were never as real for me as other children have thought they were. My nanny has read me these kinds of stories, but at the end of each, she has always reminded me that they do not usually happen in real life, and that there is more to life than just fantasies.

However, upon reaching around 4 or 5 years of age, I remember hanging a huge pair of socks every late November, in preparation for Christmas season. After a few weeks, I excitedly check every time I wake up whether or not the socks already have something in them. Chocolates, stuffed toys, cute things, and letters, who happened to be given by Santa Claus, are often found in the socks during the week of Christmas time. The routine went by for about 2 or 3 years, but within those years, I gained some doubts. “Why does Santa Claus have the same penmanship with mom?” I asked, but later thought that maybe everybody writes that way, which makes it look like people have similar handwriting.

I am finally getting older, becoming more knowledgeable about things, and turning more into reality. My parents revealed that they were the ones playing Santa Claus. I admit, learning about the fact that Santa does not actually exist, tinge sadness in me provoked. Nonetheless, even without Santa, I still continue to happily spend time every Christmas with my family.