Merry Christmas!

*Christmas is not really near, but i couldn't help writing this. :) *

It was Christmas eve, and we'd just finished decorating the house.

We? My sisters and me. Christmas was undoubtedly our favourite part of the year, and we'd outdone ourselves this time.

Oh, the house looked like such a happy place.

Christmas was always a pleasant occasion; good food, good weather, good times.

"See you all in a bit", I said as I put on my favourite blue coat, and headed for the park.

Dusk was setting in, and I could see the stars slowly coming to light. It was going to be a beautiful night, I could tell.

It had become some sort of a ritual for me, to visit the park in solitude on Christmas eve every year. It brought me calm. No, I didn't go there because I was a troubled teen or because I had family issues or anything of that sort.

I went there because I liked the sound of snow crunching under my feet, I liked the biting cold that made my nose freeze, I liked the chilly winds that made me want to light up a fire right there, and I liked every bit of it.

I sat down on a bench at the edge of the park, looking at children throw snowballs at each other, and push each other to the ground.

I was happy. I was content.

Not that I didn't have any wishes or desires of my own, I obviously did, but life had taught me something: You get what you want. You always do. Maybe not today, not tomorrow, not this year, but someday. And when that someday comes, we take it for granted.

When we finally get what we wanted, we push it aside and scurry for something more. And so, the list of things that we want keeps on increasing. Human error, I'd say.

I like to think of life as a Santa Claus, the old-funny-Santa Claus-who-lost-his-way-to-your-house-and-made-you-wait.

He gives you just what you want, but only after you've tasted the toxin of patience. Its all a matter of a little waiting.

It took me a while to understand this pattern, but then, isn't life all a bout cracking codes and deciphering patterns?

I got up as I heard the first Carol fill the void of noiseless-ness, and headed home.
It was time to wish a little more, to wait a little more, and to be happy, a little- no, to be happy, a lot more.

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