Santa's visit 💖

Disclaimer: This post is our personal experience in the last few weeks. Purely self-centered. So please don't complain if it bores you 😍 

The month of Christmas, stars everywhere, Santas all across towns, sparkling lights; no matter what one's religious affiliation is, Christmas vibe catches us all in different degrees! It has always caught my daughter tight and she thoroughly enjoys every Christmas for its brightness! 💞

Now to the actual narration

Long story short: My daughter sent a "wish letter" to Santa and she was paid a visit by Santa himself with her gift!

 

 

Now short story long: 

 

Our daughter wanted a suitcase for herself for very long and we refused as she had a couple of travel  bags. When her cousins liked her bags, she, without any hesitation, gave them those favorite bags. Soon after that my kid was gifted another bag by her uncle, so she did not get to buy a suitcase. She waited so long and she thought Santa thaathaa would gift her on Christmas if she writes him a letter. 

She asked us to dictate letters and we did. After asking for GOOD HEALTH, she did not have space to write SUITCASE. I asked her to turn the paper and write on the backside. She was worried that Santa might not know that she had written on the other side of the paper.😄 Then I had to tell her to write PTO (after explaining what it is) which she wrote as a mirror image .😝 After writing, she wanted to give a clear picture of what kind of suitcase she wanted to not confuse Santa thaatha given thousands of letters he would receive and therefore drew a picture and coloured it. 💝

Now comes the posting part. She wanted to post it herself. We found official address of Santa on google and helped her write it herself. She stuck her usual stamp of Rs. 5/- to Greenland address! But to post, it costs more than 25000 which is definitely not affordable for us 😁 We convinced her to place her cover into another and wrote a different address and she stuck stamp again and posted it. We collected it from that address. 

She waited everyday and was wondering what would make Santa come! Meanwhile, she had several questions as to why Santa is in Greenland, how good is his sleigh, what will impress him, how to go to his toy workshop, etc. We had to google now and then to answer some of them.

 

We wanted to surprise her and found someone who agreed to visit as Santa. We handed him over 'her letter', gave him the 'suitcase' we bought and also gave him a letter we wrote to give it as 'Santa's letter to our daughter.'  

 

Then the Day of Celebration arrived, Santa arrived dancing all the way with the suitcase that put her to shock and surprise 😊 She hesitated initially to click pics with him but later agreed to travel with him to Greenland😝. When kids around were excited about this whole thing, some began to ask me for the address and wanted to write letters. This excitement was put away by some of their parents immediately by saying that this whole stuff was arranged😏. When this made my daughter upset, we made up stories to reiterate that she had a real Santa visit. That is how the day ended with all happiness!!!!

(here around our living space) Some tiny tots still believe Santa; most  are super-informative, opinionated and therefore the whole innocence attached to it is missing; whereas some of us (adults) though know that all these are fictional, we love them. Ironical!!!! 💞

Hope you had a nice story to visualize! it was easy to go an extra mile for our own child but Yes, all of us can be a Santa to anyone to grant their wish with love 😍

It is strange!!!

You call me 'anti-Indian' towards the end of this post, I don't give a damn! Because I call myself a human!

I have always wondered the kind of trauma a family would undergo at the time of loss of their loved ones for "sake of country", yet pose a brave look with a pride of sacrifice on faces! This is thoroughly praised by all sections of the society; media carrying special stories, government rewarding, rather compensating families of the deceased, so on and so forth.

As a daughter, wife or mother, I have/would always wanted/want those important men of my life to be around in all stages of my life, to share, to have fun, to love and above all to live our "precious lives." Who on earth would feel otherwise!? Doesn't it take an abnormal courage for someone to send their family members knowing beforehand that their life is at stake and so is their family's!

The fact that everyone's life is uncertain and therefore opting to join Defence is no different - This statement does not go well with me. 

Who are they sacrificing lives for? 

What are the sacrifices? 

How costly are they? 

Do their sacrifices lead to a better, peaceful world?

Who benefits out of these sacrifices?

Are families of the deceased 'forced' to feel proud of the loss?

Is it not against human nature to feel proud of someone's loss?

How long does any country remember them? 

Doesn't the country rate importance based on the rank of deceased?

Will a salute give back all that is lost in the personal space?

When an individual, despite these concerns,leaves the family behind and joins Defence and feels proud of himself/herself, WHAT DRIVES THEM? The society calls its patriotism! I prefer to call it Jingoism!

As long as we (over)celebrate patriotism, I see very meagre chances of borders fading out and there is almost zero chance for our future generations to witness a war-free world!!

What would happen if all humans on the borders across the world decide not to be a part of security forces anymore!!??? Let me raise this question to some grown-ups and see if I could get any interesting response! If you have any, I would like to hear!

P.S.: My intention is not to hurt any sentiments but to kindle the same to find some clarity for myself. And my post is about all those forces all around the world and not confined to any particular nation.