It's been long since I last seeked your presence.
When I was a kid I did all the chores they asked me to do,
right before THE day,
following which I used to jot it all down into my rotten school socks.
And the very next morning when I used to get it all,
I used to get heck curious than happy wondering how,
an absolute stranger,
an unseen messenger of god,
can just go flying around on his sleigh to every effing place in the world,
fulfilling every other wish he found in all the socks.
All in a single night.
Without using any technological means,
but simply magic.
Being a dreamer,
I found flying around the whole world in the night sky more fascinating than any other materialistic gift I ever aspired for.
And I waited for it to happen by putting awake all night. Every year.
Giving in to sleep the very last moment, always.
Until one year I successfully put awake and caught my dad keeping giftboxes right in front of me.
And I still don't know how I felt about it.
But you, who probably never existed,
made me believe in magic.
You instilled a hope of how one can get what he aspires for if he does it all right.
I know you're not real now,
I don't remember if it even hit me back then,
But I remember the excitement..
The nerve. The imbecileness.
I remember all the foolish times.
And I know it's foolish of me to ask this right now as I know you're unreal,
can you let me be more of that kid again?
Just a bit more, everyday?