You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout, I’m telling you why..
Santa Claus is coming to town..
I know, I know it is not even December yet. And
nobody knows whether we’ll be having Christmas for sure this year. I like Christmas.
I enjoy singing those carols while decorating the Christmas tree. But all these
have been just another sweet memory. For the past 7 years, Christmas no longer
enjoyable to me. Reason? I did not celebrate Christmas like I used to have.
I remembered how we used to play a game
called ‘secret santa’. How we tried hard to keep our identity as a secret, how
we tried hard to surprise that someone and how we being mean. It was wonderful
memories. Bit by bit, all the memories revolving in my mind, both the good and
bad. Then I remembered how I got hurt. It is painful, but without all those,
I will not appreciate what I have today.
Any moment the clock ticking, counting down
to the arrival of nebiru, or so called the end of the world. Suddenly, I have a
wish. I hope the 13 of us would come out for a drink, with no hard feelings. Just
ourselves and honesty. I wonder could this be true.
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