Santa Claus

(found in my journal last Christmas)

During our puerile years me and my sister were not introduced to Santa Claus and vice versa.

As a result, we conceived our own Santa Claus as we aged. She is that wonderful person who always unhesitantly gave her best to make me and my sister at our happiest. And yes, it never stopped even until we, her children, got married. No socks dangled on our wall were ever filled with gifts. But our hearts were satisfied with all unconditional love that resentment has no more room to fill in.  We were raised to take pride on the things that cannot be taken away from us-- our principles, the truth, our character.

I am sure she is happy to have finally seen her Creator. She is now in eternal rest and joy while rubbing elbows with the saints with whom she always pleaded intercessions while on earth.

For now, I would write to that one and only Santa we have had. No socks, I promise. Because most have worn out while others are still in the laundry.

I’ll hang just the same heart that she has untiringly filled with love.

Dear Santa Mom,

I hate to break this news to you. I am sad. Since you left I have always been thinking of our mother-son reunion. I am trying very hard to get to where you are when my own time comes. Heaven is quite an impossible goal to get a hold. With all my shortcomings and misjudgments I have the best shot for some period in purgatory. Don’t worry I’ll do my best every minute of the day to seal a place in Heaven. That means you need to help me.

You know the problems we have been facing then? Well they’re still here blocking us from the bright dreams we used to talk about for your beloved grandchildren.

Some trials never seemed to finish. I believe that there is something you can vitally do. Please tell these to God. When He took you back from us, I felt I lost a backbone—the one that has been keeping  me straight and standing.

I missed you very much. 

I love you, Ima and Merry Christmas.

You know my Christmas wish :)

Love,

Bunso