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Friday, December 25, 2009, 11:55 PM
All i want this Christmas,
As the years went by, Christmas stopped being Christmas, the whole magic of sitting in front of a tree with a hot cup of chocolate with the people you love the most, singing till your throat tingles. All of that kinda just, dissolved. a 6-year-old me used to say that Christmas was the best time of the year cos it's when everyone's in love. No kidding, i wrote that down in a little notebook i carried around with me. And i guess, i'll never stop believing that. Call me a fool, a fool who's played santa 3 times in a row now, the fool, who, for one fleeting moment in time embodied the hopes and dreams of thousands of little kids around the world just by putting on a big red suit and going "hohoho." Such a stupid little get up. But hey, it got those kids believing. I put on a pyramid hat, a red jumper suit that looks like it could've been a careless cardio-thoracic surgeon's OR carpet, and a whispy white beard that looks like a badly glued collection of fur from the pubes of a polar bear. But dozens of kids in a dinky little function room believed i was santa. Anyone with any sort of basic cow logic would know it's me and would so quickly discard the idea of "Santa." I dunno bout you but, who's the stupid one here? The idiots who let their adolescence go like a thriving bucket of fish into the ocean and let logic destroy the magic of Christmas? But i mean hey, we're not kids anymore. Everyone grows up. Everyone knows there's no Santa, or reindeer. (or snow in Singapore for that matter) (and there never will be so we can all just stop hoping for it cos the day Singapore snows is the day we all DIE.) But really though, i miss being stupid. I miss thinking some old fat guy was gonna jump into my house and throw gifts under my christmas tree. Everyone says it doesn't feel like Christmas anymore, and i guess that is true. With Noh series rehearsals flanking the pre and post Christmas weeks, it doesn't feel any different from any ordinary day. Hell, it could be the month of September right now and i wouldn't feel any different. Despite all that, Christmas is Christmas, no matter how old you are. No amount of turkey, ham, beef, chicken, mince pie or eggnog can change that. Today was a pretty good day, this was a good Christmas. I just wish i could've spent every second of it with you. I dunno bout you, but i'm gonna sit by my Christmas tree with a cup of hot chocolate and sing, at least for the next 5 minutes that's left of Christmas day. There's 5 minutes left to Christmas, and i think i've said all that i can say. |
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