chArONIMOUS

I have never, in my entire life and even in the spring of my youth and innocence, believed in an old man wearing a thick (and creepy) beard. A huge old man in a huge red cloak with a huge buckle to hold firmly against his huge stomach the huge red cloak. A man they call santa?? NEVER.

Though, as a child, I have been waking up every 26th of December to find a coin bank just beside my pillow, I have never really played along with santa and his Christmas wishlist. And if ever he were true, he would probably be a pretty lame gift giver(hey, don't blame me for getting a santa coin bank every single year!!!).haha.

But seriously speaking, It boggles me how santa got into the picture of Christmas. I was actually looking for him in the nativity. I looked behind Mary, beside Joseph, under the cattles and everything but it was a petty. haha. Pretty stupid right?

I mean who even conceived this obese dude who reindeers can carry across the skies in the middle of the night, giving away free gifts amidst the global financial crisis? Who even told you reindeers can fly?pft.

I just hate it. I am not young anymore and i start to rationalize things too much. Dear santa, you actually have nothing to do about the quandaries i am in right now. You just look like my sweet punching bag. Its not your fault that i wasn't good this year.