One Day with Santa

It was not September, October, November, or December either. Also, it was not the season of Christmas that I expected Santa Claus -not even once. On one hand, I never believed of his existence. Inever thought that he existed because there was no him. What people have been doing during Yuletide season is superficial. It has been a superficial.And, What I only believed was that he was a legend. Indeed, he was alegend - a mere myth, so fictitious and unimaginable superstition. I thought he was created by the wild imaginations of the writers -those writers who have had skills in manipulating their characters intheir well-crafted fiction stories. Moreover, he was a product of the writers' mental explorations in the wonders and complexities of mankind. However, I was wrong. I was really wrong to deny his existence becausehe is alive. He was with me last hot August. It was August when I saw an old man fall and stumble on something at the park. Yet, among hundredsof strollers that time, no one attempted to help him but me. I helped an old man at the park. And, the real Santa appeared in me, in my heart. Indeed, he was alive and he is alive. Now, I believe Santa lives in us - in ourheart. Finally, everyone can be Santa -- not only in the Christmas season but also for the rest of our lives.