Musing on Xmas, by Amazilena

 X-Mas
What have you written on your wishes list ? 

          I'm not asking you what videogames or what other things like that you want to have. Not at all. What I wanted to know is the most important in my opinion of course -your feelings, your hopes, your projects...

            For me X-Mas, is not only a commercial event when you receive presents with no feelings -It's a familial party.

I give not a lot of importance to presents, or money, because what I love is to see everyone happy this day.

I often imagine the day when I'll have children.

I'll want to see their eyes shine because they are with their two parents, maybe their grand parents still alive and because they feel good in our house.

            Have you ever thought about the evolution between last X-Mas, this year and next X-Mas ?

Did you change ? What meetings have you done ?

It's a favorable moment to remember that.

About myself, I'm quite satisfied.

              To come back to my first question, if before I told you many stuff wich maybe appears useless, it was just to think farther than a comercial party, with no value of money.

So, my own answer is just the health of my family and my friends.

 

 And my legitimize wish is to meet someone I've known a few months -I keep hoping.

        I wish you a merry X-Mas and I hope you'll have a beautiful time.

                    ~Amazilena~

Nomika's view on "the" subject...

The day I learnt Santa Claus dit not exist

I don't remember very well how old I was when I discovered that Santa Claus was not a real person, but it was about 7 .

Before this time, I always thought that it was Santa Claus who brought me the presents I had ordered.

I even had proofs of that (which of course, were some sayings of my parents who wanted me to believe that, and it worked !).

But one day a bit before Christmas, when my mum got home after buying some stuff, I looked in the shopping bag and I saw a doll or some other toy, I don't remember clearly ..

I was wondering why it was in there but my mum came and told me not to look in the shopping bag.

I found this reaction quite weird ..

A few days after, I wanted to know if they were more presents hidden somewhere.

I was very curious, so I searched them in the whole house !

In my parents' bedroom, I opened the wardrobe and I saw many gift packages on the shelf !

 I was very happy even if it meant Santa Claus doesn't exist...
 

Ignorance is Bliss, by WolfGang

          

 The charm of our childhood was represented in a large amount by the existence of Santa Claus. Each of us remembers with nostalgia how we were waiting for Christmas .
Children are extremely naive and believe in everything , especially in Santa Claus .

It's  one of the beliefs who makes childhood delightful .
We all dreamed one day of seeing Santa Claus at the foot of the tree .
When christmas was coming we did a short list or rather a large list of everything we wanted.

With age , this belief becomes meaningless until the day where we are told the truth.
Personnaly I wasn't sad when I learnt the truth , I found it quite logical.

I had never seen this Father Christmas get into the house , and I was still living in Congo, it would be black  ?
I do not think so.

I remember one thing , when my little brother learnt  the truth he was sad .

Before christmas he usually did his list of presents , and one day when he saw christmas adversing with father's chrismas he wanted to call him !

Ignorance is bliss .

The lie of X-Mas, by Googoo

 

 

            That was the 24^th December, I was about seven years old. My parents obliged me and my brother and sisters to go to sleep at 11 p.m to let  Santa Claus do his work.

They said that if we didn't sleep during passage, we wouldn't have gifts !

My big sister, Céline, about 12 years old, was calm facing these threats.

When we were all in our bedroom, Céline asked us to come in my bedroom and wait...

Pretending to sleep...

Later, Céline looked through my windows and said "Look ! There are daddy and mom ! They've got our presents !"

We were shocked ! It was our Parents who let our presents at the front of the Christmas tree...

 

It was the worst Christmas of my childhood...!

Based on a true story.

So if Celine (the dream breaker!) could see your parents outside, where were the presents hidden? Not under the bed, obviously! Mrs P.