Krappypatti

Ahhhh. Finally getting the time to have all these said and done. I'm pretty much submerged in entry debts, if you ask me i actually missed posting here. But before all that fuss, i'll start off by greeting everyone the Merriest Christmas=) Cheers to you birthday boy! drink up!=)

I've practically glued myself at home these past few days, caused more harm than good as the usual hullaballoo of Christmas was outweighing the entire neighborhood but me. While everyone else finds a thing in the house to meddle with, i can't seem to make anything happen. I bet if i'd put things in simpler ways, i would've come up with the whole drama of me hurrendously dilluting my cerebrum (cerebellum? or was it hypothalamus) on some petty past-time (,daydreaming,tv,swimming,computer and whatnots). Believe it or not, this year has been different compared to my 15 other Christmas', well everything is different after all.

But amidst the onslaught in the productive department, i seemed to be excelling in all aspects of the only thing i BELIEVED i did best. And that was sticking out the pensive me.

Boy do i knock myself out whenver i realize how much belief and sparkle i've put into this guy. I remember writing "love letters" to him when the year hasn't even hit midpoint. He was really somebody, you know. If everyone looked forward to goodies, and candies, and lights, and carols, i had a completely different view of spending that yuletide cheer. Believe me when i'd say that i had to rack my brains out just to think of my santa wishlist. Plus i'd always make sure that my letters were extra pretty yet precise (boy did i go frantic about what to ask) It still bothers me though, that i'd go out of my way to become prim and proper right after Christmas Day. Just because Mom and Dad always had that biggest story mindframe instilled in me, the one about jolly old saint nick happening to know whether you did good or bad. Or that his little people, the elves( i wonder if Frodo did?=) ) would tell on you and then your Christmas morning would be totally deserted. Though Mom and Dad always warned me about not having gifts on Christmas morning because i wasn't doing any good to anyone. And through my 15 Christmas' i pretty much figured out who they really were, but that story i'd have to save for myself. So this is my 16th Christmas, and yes Santa still drops by to leave his goodies, some of you can believe me and some of you won't( or even all of you), but i still say that  having Santa Claus come over on Christmas morning was certainly something else.

P.S. Dad thinks i'm the only one in the batch still believing in Santa=)

I don't think soo=)