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The white snow. The cold breeze. Streets lit up with dazzling
lights. Everything was just fine. It was the Christmas time. But her face wasn’t matching up
with the ambiance around. She was lost. Lost in her thought. Thoughts about
him. She was not sure if he would come back this year. She has been waiting for
him since 5. Before that he would always come and bring gifts for her. She
never saw him but it was okay. The gifts were there and she felt it comforting
to know that someone cares for her. Now
she is 16. She waited for him every Christmas. ‘He would come. He always does at the middle of the night’, they
said. She waited every Christmas night. He didn’t come. Not even once. Were they lying? Will he never come?
Still, in those dark eyes, there was
a glint of hope. She waited. She felt drowsy. Her eyes refused to stay open but
her resolve kept her awake. It was midnight. Nobody came.
It’s time, she
thought. It’s time she accept the fact that Santa is not real. It was her
Father who brought her those gifts. The only man who cared for her. She
remembered the day she received her father’s death news. He was gunned down by
a lunatic killer for no reason, whatsoever. It was a day before Christmas. She
was five then. Since then gifts were not there. Santa never came.
But she still waits for that old man
with white beard and the red-white Christmas costume. She knew her father
couldn’t come back from the dead. But a hope lies. Santa will come. So she waited. In
the white snow. The cold breeze. With streets lit up with dazzling lights.
Everything was just fine. Well, almost everything.
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