Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle All the Way~
Christmas is lurking around the corner, and guesses what…
This will be the Christmas that I won’t be celebrating with my parents.
I still remember the good old days; I will set up a chair, hang some stocking on it, and hope the Santa Claus won’t mind that there isn’t a chimney and will drop by plus leaving me some gifts.
There was one particular Christmas that I got loads of snacks and tit-bits and a packet of drink in the stocking… I was very happy, jumping up and down, as, all those things are similar to what is in the cabinet, the goods we bought the day before. I was very happy because, I’m having double of everything I like. When I went downstairs, I found that, what is in the stocking is actually what we had in the cabinet, my mum told me, Santa Must be very busy, and maybe he ran out of present, but, he still remember you… it wasn’t such a let go anyway, cause, even that time, I know, the Santa is actually my dad. He will sneak up at night, grab anything he could find and put it into the stocking just to cheer me up.
Nowadays, I still don’t admit, my dad is the Santa in front of my parents. This is a open secret, a secret that is too good to be spoken and broke the magical spell of Christmas.
Christmas is a celebration for all, not limited to Christian only, and that’s the great part.

Oh, Merry Christmas. ^^ (More......)