I slept with your picture under the pillow, and found some cash there in the morning. I believed that you exist.
As I grew up, I learnt that you need an agent in this world – who places gifts under the pillow. I dream, and then, I have to go about hunting for that agent who can make dreams come true. When I don’t find what I seek, I tell myself it is all fantasy. Why do they give us a make-believe tale of things that do not exist? Do they realize it leads to so much of heartbreak later?
All I ask from you, Santa, is to give me that world where wishes come true. It is okay to put in effort and work hard for it, but let positive results flow in. Don’t let manipulators convince the world that intelligence and diligence do not count. Don’t let people think that capability is only what earns profits – by ethical or unethical means – and ideas/execution are worthless without it. Don’t send out messages that Santa needs to be cultivated – with gifts and bribes and sycophancy – to get what one deserves.
Don’t give me that heartbreak once again, that you don’t exist….