I just finished watching “The
Polar Express” and it brought back the memories of Christmas past. It hit the
right chord of a grown up trying to relive the magic of Christmas wishing it
did not end. Hoping that in me, the magic stays. It was hard to accept that the
true magic of Christmas has ended. Wishing that though it was gone, it will
never be forgotten.
I
remember the time when the magic ended. I was so young then, in my kindergarten
year, when it dawned on me that Santa is not real. I was around six when the
magic left me. As years went by, I continue living the life with no Santa. We all were raised into thinking that “seeing
is believing”, that the truth of the pudding is in the eating. But when the
magic is gone, it’s gone forever.
Today,
the true spirit of Christmas is lost in the milieu of commercialism. We were
all exposed to the meaning of Christmas as tinsels and lights that glitter, the
rush of shoppers trying to beat the Christmas deadline, the food and drinks,
the endless parties, the blaring sounds of carols, the traffic, the soaring
prices of commodities, the tiangges, the sales, the cues. But its true meaning
is in our hearts. The spirit of Christmas is in our hearts and no one can take
that away from us, unless we want to.
Maybe
we can just stop and ponder, and keep the spirit alive in our hearts. Even if
we have learned that there is no Santa, the joy we felt back then, when we
still believe should be kept close to our hearts. For generations to come. For
if we lose this most precious aspect of Christmas, imagine a world where a
whole generation does not believe in Santa. Imagine a child growing up deprived
of its true meaning. We were all called upon once to experience the magic, not
for us alone, but for the future generations. If we share it and pass it on,
then the message will be kept alive for many years to come. As it has been for the many Christmases that
past.
The
magic should not end. And the memories of Christmas past, when the joy we all
felt gave us something to look forward to, should also be experienced by the
coming generations. For a year full of war, disasters, destruction, squabbling
and hopes lost, just for one day, only one day is reserved for peace. Isn’t
that something to look forward to?
May
the memory of Christmas past be kept alive and burning in the hearts of men.
May the many Christmas future be filled with its true meaning.
HAVE
A MEANINGFUL CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
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