Few days ago me and my mom were walking back home when I spotted two street children maybe around 8-9 years old, one wearing yellow shirt and the other boy is brown, sorting a plastic bag with old toys and other old things on one side of a store. When we were almost near them since we were going to pass them by, I saw the boy wearing the yellow shirt found something a small blue thing from the plastic bag and he stared at it and not thinking twice to say…
“Santa…”
His voice was still lingering on my mind even if it is past few days already. His voice was soft as in saying hello to the small blue Santa Claus. His voice was like a whisper to me and like almost a song too. I don’t know, it’s not the kind of voice saying or murmuring in ordinary way but there is something deep.
Maybe it is because his word has emotion, has something else, something that he believes on him. That he still believed on him after everything else. I can see on him or rather I can feel on his voice the feeling of being a kid. Being a kid that sometime before you have the urge and belief that Santa Claus is real and he will gave you your wishful gift. I felt it with him. I felt the hope, his innocent wishful stare and belief to him. I cannot even explain the real thing but it touches my heart so much.
As we passed by them I saw the other boy, the one wearing brown’s, shake the boys hand and the Santa Claus thing flew from his hands. I am not sure what happened after. If he will get it back or just let it be sorted as a trash.
I have never expected to feel that way at that time. It was really surprising for me because I thought I would never experience such a warming situation. It makes me thought of being a kid once more and believing that Santa Claus gave me hope, gave me the feeling to believe that wishes do come true and on one way to another I felt everything is light again no worries. Everything is at peace again.
I am not sure if this feeling I felt is just because of the ambience wailing from the Christmas season. Reminding me to see love, to see hope, to feel happiness even in simplest ways and to make me realize after all the problem occurred and still occurring. Christmas is the season of love, giving and happiness.
I still remember the boy in yellow shirt and the little blue sparkling Santa Claus in his hands.
> Credits to the owner of the image of Santa Claus. :)
