Humming sound of the piano today echos a dreary tone,Mila lifts her eye from the piano,her feet approaching the windows,she peeps her hand through the window to touch the snows that were showering through the city of Northfordshire,the touch of the snowflake reminds her of paa whom absence is becoming more prominent with the upcoming christmas.Christmas is time of reunion,of homecoming,but this year while everybody will be making snow castles out of their memory,Mila is left with her scrambled ices.She firmly trusted that despite of the risig rumors this year, santa will bring daddy with him on the christmas.That’s what Mila’s mom told her,it gets gradually hard for her to spend another year wishing that David would be here,but a life of a soldier meant to be sacrificing your joys for the safety of the others.She can convince herself with logic,although she is unable to lie to her 8 years daughter,Mila.
“1..2.3..Hun,Look at the timer and tell mommy when the timer rings,I will go check on poppy,Do not touch anything without Momy’s permission”
Mila plays with the toppings that momma put aside for the finishings later,She has a keen for cooking,and specially baking.She always prefer dessert over main courses,and there are times she was told she was too sweet in her tastes,but as Mila says,the more sweeter,the more merrier.
Mila’s mother receives a letter the other day from David that the conditions in Afganistan had worsened every day,and he won’t be able to make it this year also.She pressed her eyes with her fingers and tested her head over her knees,she knows that she had to be strong,but immediately she shoots a question to God in those rare moments of immense pain of remembering someone,wish god,Santa’s presents would have no age barrier.
“When is paa going to come?You know,we should visit the church first and then to the cake shop and she continue to elaborate all her plan if paa comes this year.
“Paa is not coming”her reply was more cold than the snowflakes that were outside the door and the christmas than erase glooms today only brought darkness in their fate,Mila was unable to attempt an answer.
“A sigh!Tell him we miss him”she let out all this in a rash,as if she was hurrying to finish the sentence.
Her hands clutched in an attempt to restrict her feelings,she ran back to her room,prayed to the old looking chubby man who is everybody’s special Person,the one who gives us gifts without reason(what can be more lovely than that),and took out the rugged paper under her pillows that she ,with love and hard work,made for paa to give him on Christmas,her wish was only to give him this with a warm hug.
Chilly winds knocking down the window panes all afternoon, in the nights it took a violent aura,covering herself with a blanket,mila,this year didn’t wanted to put socks under her pillow this time,but with mom’s request,she only put a note in the sock…The note says
‘GIVE PAA A LOT OF WARM HUG SO THAT WE NEVER FELT AFAR FROM HIM.MILA.’
Mila’s mom came after 12 to put some gifts in the socks for her,but when she slipped her hand inside the sock,the note inside that,stunned her to the utmost.The words made her sob in silence,she looked at her daughter’s face,such a warm heart ,so much compassion of her moved her.She decided that this year santa will reply.She began to write a note for her sitting at her wooden desk,in the stormy,gelid night,she writes:
MY prettiest girl,
It’s your shabby looking old fellow here,The fairies told me that you were missing your paa this christmas,So that I came to you to brighten your day.I got the news from the stars as they blink where you paa is and told me that she misses her mila very much and his earnest wish is that his Mila would engulf in joy and prayers,and surrounded her with only happiness this christmas,so that she could bounce back some to the other side of the globe.Just because he isn’t in your eye view,it doesn’t, mean he is not there,you only have to keep him in your heart,so that the miles between you will faint to see the powers of your love,that can conquer all.
For now,look at the stars and smile so that in every star that reaches paa will be shone with your smile,and through that you will never be apart.
And Bake cake with all your heart and never forgot o put your soul into everything you do.
Your ever young santa.
The letter melted the strong layers of dullness that were building a home in her heart,she tossed a prayer to santa,thanking him,while mom was the god that were her secret santa,that beaming light that glitters the brightest in christmas and in every facade.
To all the secret Santa’s,for the infinite love that you gave us,thank you for living without credit.
This story is for you.