An Early Christmas Madness

I was sitting on our balcony one cold night. The place smelled so pure, so fresh. The feeling of Christmas is already present. As I was watching the trees bend to the wind’s direction, and as I watch the glimmering stars surrounding the moon across the night time sky. I heard people’s opinions, harsh opinions about me. I don’t know why but upon seeing me people just come-up with tons of negative thoughts. Maybe it’s because I don’t usually go out our house, but could I blame myself for being different? I know I can’t and shouldn’t blame them or myself for being a house-boy just sitting at our balcony writing useless things not actually useless but some expressive stuff. They can’t blame me if I’d want to stay home lock myself in my room listen to music, read a book, chat with my friends or perhaps write poems alone by myself. Why is it so easy for them to look at the negativity of others while they forgot about themselves looking ridiculously insane? How do they do those things, and look at others to low that what they don’t know is that they are lower than the ones they treat low? Well after a long time of reflecting passed. I’ve decided to change. To put off the jolly hyper person everybody knew the one that I think was loved my some and hated by most. I thought of staying there even just for an hour, but my mother called out for dinner. At first I didn’t respond. That’s what made her come out and ask me what I was doing. Anyways I promised myself that I’d go back there. After dinner I changed my mind. I’ve decided to just get my things then go to my room to write. As I was supposed to enter my room I felt cold air whoosh through the windows. I saw my phone blinking. I don’t even want to look or even get near that device. With the ample amount of light that came from my phone, I saw a very big figure in front of my closet wherein the light of my phone was reflected. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me again or maybe I’ve had a nervous breakdown upon my experience. Without further hesitation I went to look for the light switch. Then alas! Lights were on but the figure is gone. Nothing’s changed in there except for a note upon my closet’s door stating “you better not cry I’m telling you why cause I’m coming to your town”. Bedazzled, I went to get my Giordano box where I put all notes and letters that I get from people I know and sometimes just to cherish a note that was given by an anonymous . As I went to the bathroom to clean up I saw another note that says “don’t be sad nothing’s bad wait for me tonight don’t worry about your dad he’d be asleep in my arrival.” Freaked out, I searched the whole area but saw nothing. So after cleaning up I went back to my room and proceeded writing. But when I was supposed to dress up with my night clothes I saw a gift on my table. I tried to dress up first. Avoiding the temptation of opening it. After having myself dressed. I saw a mini snow globe. And it was noted by and from Santa Clause! In my surprise I jumped on my bed hit the head board and unfortunately fell asleep. After an hour I guess I heard someone’s voice that woke me up it was a deep voice but still very happy, jolly I should say, and calm. I remember hearing that voice on Santa’s replicas on stores. To know what it is I tried to look for the face. But everything was blurred. Upon recognizing the face I reached for the chin, but, I touched a beard!! I felt blood went down from my face I froze for a minute then went hysterical. Due to my innocence “I asked him am I asleep? Are you really Santa?” He answered with a laugh and said I’m awake and yes he is Santa. He told me everything, he saw me looking at the stars very upset and disturbed so that’s he went here and gave me 5 wishes. He even portrayed the look of mu school councilor upon giving me advises. He also gave me loose rules in my wishes. We talked about many things including the one when I was a kid and placed my wishes on old socks and hanged it on our Christmas tree. After that he became just like my father, a wall I could lean on, a rope I could hold on to, a friend I could lean on and depend on in these times. Then he asked me, what do you want to have for this coming New Year? The only thing I could think of is to isolate or just transfer to a new place a big and modern house near school, that’s what I told him.


(To be continued. . . )