I’ve just returned from Christmas party in my building. Lots of people, plenty of food & drinks, and of course Santa… the fat old man with red costume and white beard🙂
I could see all the people who take care of the building and its security. Samuel’s daugther is getting taller and prettier🙂 Nicole has 3 handsome sons🙂 Georgetta & Margaretta prepared the food, cakes, cookies, and drinks. And… Mark has transformed into Santa! Ho, ho, ho,… I couldn’t help laughing… I don’t know how he put stuffs to look like Santa🙂 I could see Samuel, sneaked around to Mark ‘the Santa’, and put a present into his knapsack. Later on Mark ‘the Santa’ gave that present to Samuel’s daugther. She looked happy. Samuel & his wife looked happy too. Yeah, better preserve the mystery of Santa until you come to term to it by yourself🙂
In Indonesia, at least to my recollection, Dec. 5 is the Santa’s day. This is the day that I always looked forward to when I was little. In my mind, Santa was cool… How come he always knew what I wanted? I believed I told what I wanted to my parents, brother, sisters, and friends only. Then, one day when I was at sixth grade, my much older cousin told me that there’s no Santa! We got what we got from our parents! I’ve asked it to my parents, and they said that there’s Santa. That’s why he always left grass around the presents and his tracks… a mark that he’s in our house and delivered our presents (if we’re good and well behaved throughout the year!)
My cousin told me to keep watching what my parents were doing on the night before Dec. 5. I didn’t tell anything to my siblings. Well, yes, after dinner, my parents told us that they wanted to go out to see movie… of course, we couldn’t go with them, because we’re still very young🙂 At that time, when parents said ‘it’s adult business’ (transl: Ini urusan orang dewasa), or ‘it’s movie for adults only’ (transl: Ini film buat orang gede), kids didn’t dare to ask further🙂
I was so sleepy… What movie did they see? All my siblings were already in their deep sleep. Around eleven at night, I heard the sound of our front gate, then my parents soft voice… followed by a deep silence. How come they didn’t enter the house? I walked into the dark living room slowly, didn’t want to make any sound. I was squatting beneath the front window glass, while I was trying to look for my parents. Oh, there, I could see my father. He had some shopping bags in his hands and he went to the side of the house. What was he doing? Where’s my mom? Almost immediately, I heard the sound of key clicked into the front door, followed by a click to turn on the light! Oh! There I was, still squatting, looking at my parents, blinded by the light!
Of course they asked why I was there and not sleeping. I faked the sleepiness, and told them that I was afraid why they went out for so long🙂 Then, my mom said, “You better go to bed now, or Santa will not come because he still sees you awake.” I was still curious but I knew I couldn’t negotiate anymore with my mom🙂
The next morning, I and my siblings got our presents from Santa. The ones we wanted. Santa never missed. And he never sent Swartepiet (transl: Piet Hitam) to us. I guessed because we’d been good🙂 And Santa left his mark: tracks of grass!
Strangely, Santa never came back when I was in my junior high school. My parents told me that Santa gave presents only for little children. I stopped asking about Santa. Anyway, I never met him and I didn’t dare to meet his friend, Swartepiet. So, why bother🙂
When we all got much older… I asked my mom this question — ‘whether Santa truly exists’ — again. My mom said, “Yes, Santa exists for little children.” Then, I told her about what I did when I was at sixth grade🙂 Smilingly, she told me that they went out to look for gifts (that we wished to Santa) that night. When they arrived at home, my father hid the gifts beneath the bush… They wanted to make sure that we were all already asleep, before they put the gifts and spread the grass🙂 And, she told me they knew I lied when I was caught squatting in the living room🙂
So, that’s how the story goes… Well, I really appreciate what they did to preserve the mystery of Santa to us, appreciate they went that extra mile to make us happy🙂 They told me the most difficult thing was to look for grass at night🙂