I can't forget what it felt like when my little niece asked the Christmas question,
"Lysious, is Santa real?" she asked, in all innocence and curiosity,
I didn't know what to say to that little girl, about that innocent question,
I didn't want to take away her childhood innocence or fantasy,
So I said "yes sweetie! Santa exists. He lives in the Northpole",
But as I cogitate over that funny incident which happened a while ago,
A thought arose within me about this whole season,
A thought it is, which I can't let go,
And a thought I wish to share, about the reasoning,
Behind Mr. Clause and his crew,
So I ask if Santa was real,
And his adventures true,
How far can he travel and how far can his sleigh go?
If the Northpole housed Clause and his crew,
How far can they travel?
Does he operate in the temperate regions alone,
If he has to visit so many places and children in so short a time,
Does he ever make it to the needy and helpless children in the almost forgotten regions,
If he was white, then how can he relate with the black kids of the tropical zones,
Really, if Santa was real, how far can he travel and how far can he sleigh go?
Can he take gifts to my friends in Congo who are bare-bodied and traumatized,
Can he carry a package to my neighbors in India, whose kids will get nothing in this season,
Would he go down to Mississippi and stay with those poor children seeking love,
Please tell me, can his sleigh go all the way to Rwanda to put those kids on his lap and ask them what they want for Christmas?
I guess their request will be "Peace and Quite, No More Wars, No more Genocide!"
Better yet, can he stop by Sudan and comfort those little girls who have been a victim of rape even in this season,
The moral of this poem is not to argue over the existence of Santa off course,
Neither is it to paint any region in a bad light,
But to let us know that even if Santa existed, there is very little he can do,
There should be a Santa in each of us, and as we buy and give gifts,
Let us remember those children who will never get to see Santa this Christmas,
And let us reach out and be a Santa to them!
Merry Christmas.
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Thursday, December 23, 2010
IF EVERYONE WAS SANTA...
It's that time of the year again, when everyone is buying,
Gifts and goodies, for loved ones and friends, everyone's just giving,
The air is saturated with joy and happiness,
We're all festive-spirited and there is no sadness,
The mistletoes and streets are all lighted-up,
Our hearts, and souls are all lighted-up,
It's an exciting time of the year,
And I love it, yeah,
But as I brood over this season,
And meditate over its reason,
I couldn't help but ask:
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't we all be givers living in an always jolly day?
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't we all be in a festive mood, always giving back,
Even if it means emptying the safe and buying till we're in lack,
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't there always be smiles on children's faces?
And everyone smiling and giving back in all places?
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
You think about it, if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday,
Wouldn't we all be trying to give back to the community and the poor?
Wouldn't we all be nice and helpful to the helpless stranger at the door?
If everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday,
Wouldn't we all be caring and thoughtful of our loved ones?
Wouldn't we all be caring and helpful to the needy ones?
'Cos it seems to me like Christmas is the only time we remember the poor,
It seems to me like Christmas is the only season we remember the helpless neighbor next door,
It seems to me like Chrsitmas is the only time some of us remember our loved ones,
It seems to me like the rest of the year is filled with so much "busyness",
That we forget the needy and less-privileged ones, and even our loved ones,
It seems to me like Chritmas is the only time of the year we remember to give back,
Even when we give back, we are selfish about it, and are always asking-what do I get back?
Let us change our views about Christmas and try to be Santa everyday and make Christmas everyday!
Gifts and goodies, for loved ones and friends, everyone's just giving,
The air is saturated with joy and happiness,
We're all festive-spirited and there is no sadness,
The mistletoes and streets are all lighted-up,
Our hearts, and souls are all lighted-up,
It's an exciting time of the year,
And I love it, yeah,
But as I brood over this season,
And meditate over its reason,
I couldn't help but ask:
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't we all be givers living in an always jolly day?
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't we all be in a festive mood, always giving back,
Even if it means emptying the safe and buying till we're in lack,
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't there always be smiles on children's faces?
And everyone smiling and giving back in all places?
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
You think about it, if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday,
Wouldn't we all be trying to give back to the community and the poor?
Wouldn't we all be nice and helpful to the helpless stranger at the door?
If everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday,
Wouldn't we all be caring and thoughtful of our loved ones?
Wouldn't we all be caring and helpful to the needy ones?
'Cos it seems to me like Christmas is the only time we remember the poor,
It seems to me like Christmas is the only season we remember the helpless neighbor next door,
It seems to me like Chrsitmas is the only time some of us remember our loved ones,
It seems to me like the rest of the year is filled with so much "busyness",
That we forget the needy and less-privileged ones, and even our loved ones,
It seems to me like Chritmas is the only time of the year we remember to give back,
Even when we give back, we are selfish about it, and are always asking-what do I get back?
Let us change our views about Christmas and try to be Santa everyday and make Christmas everyday!
SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT
'Twas the night of our savior's birth,
A night that brought an end to eternal death,
Restored hope to sinners lost,
And heralded joy to the world's host,
It was a Silent Night, a Holy Night!
No more shall we be subdued by death's sting,
Or sin, to our souls cling,
No more shall we in sorrows be drowned,
Or the world, in damnation be crowned,
All because of that Silent Night, that Holy Night!
Hark! Herald! The angels tell,
Of a King's birth; a king who shall save us from the fury of hell,
Long enough have we waited for this new born King,
Who shall to the whole earth give peace, and to our hearts happiness bring,
What a night, a Silent Night, a Holy Night!
Let us therefore sing with jubilation, as we celebrate this glorious day,
For our joy will know no bounds, and our spirits no dismay,
For His kingdom shall last forever,
His reign forever, shall prosper,
Our praises shall ever ring,
And our hearts ever sing,
As we remember that Silent Night, that Holy Night!
A night that brought an end to eternal death,
Restored hope to sinners lost,
And heralded joy to the world's host,
It was a Silent Night, a Holy Night!
No more shall we be subdued by death's sting,
Or sin, to our souls cling,
No more shall we in sorrows be drowned,
Or the world, in damnation be crowned,
All because of that Silent Night, that Holy Night!
Hark! Herald! The angels tell,
Of a King's birth; a king who shall save us from the fury of hell,
Long enough have we waited for this new born King,
Who shall to the whole earth give peace, and to our hearts happiness bring,
What a night, a Silent Night, a Holy Night!
Let us therefore sing with jubilation, as we celebrate this glorious day,
For our joy will know no bounds, and our spirits no dismay,
For His kingdom shall last forever,
His reign forever, shall prosper,
Our praises shall ever ring,
And our hearts ever sing,
As we remember that Silent Night, that Holy Night!
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