Secret Santa

It was 1 am in the morning and I just cant sleep.Maybe because I took a 3-hour nap after the mass.And is a certified night owl for this hour.I must be sitting on that boring table I set and studying something about hematology but my lazy bones were  glued on bed and chooses to doodle with words rather than burning up my neurons.

I have this weird routine thing that everytime I enter my comfort room I grab a book and read it until i finished my 'poopy moment'.And lately this afternoon,i read something that goes..

"..what i really really really want for Christmas is just this:

I want to be five years old again for an hour.

I want to laugh a lot and cry a lot.

I want to be picked up and rocked to sleep in someone's arms,

and carried up to bed just one more time.

I know what I really want for Christmas:

I want my childhood back.

Very nostalgic lines.My childhood memories suddenly flick through my mind and begins to wander.Funny innocent times on the childhood chapter of life.I remember my mama hanging red socks  at our main door and puts candies and chocolates.She wakes us(with lil bro) up telling that Santa Claus just passed by and unluckily we were sleeping soundly that's why he just handed his Christmas gifts for us for being "mababait" all through out the year.At that time,paniwalang paniwala kami ni Iben.Great acting skill for my mama.Not until one Christmas,I discovered that the real Santa Claus is not who is fat with white beard dressed in red silk with that big sack of gifts riding on a sled with the reindeers. I regret the day i peeked on the door while mama is wrapping gifts for us.And actually puts  her gifts at the top of the cabinet and covered it with clothes.And concluded that its not Santa,its Mama! Curiosity steals innocence.But still  one of the best days of my life and acts as if those gifts were really from Santa.Silly kiddo! :))

Time really flies so swiftly.And I badly wanted to be a child once more,yes even just for an hour.We,grown-ups were mostly preoccupied with the dailiness of must-do's.Unlike those days with innocent spirits longing for Christmas gifts from Santa.Grown-ups usually wait for the 13th month pay or even the 14th and eyeing for the latest gadget in the internet or the cute pair of shoes or a new thing for your wardrobe.Or in my case,bothered about the holiday schedule.Yep,the bad side of my profession. I've been spending two consecutive Christmas duties at the hospital.I really really really miss spending Christmas with my whole family.The feeling of attending the "misa de gallo' and the midnight mass on the 24th.When i listen to Christmas songs,i have this gloomy  thought of 'i miss my family'.

But even how much I wanted my childhood back once more, i think i should be working hard and think this way because I wanted to be the Secret Santa for Mama,too!:)

Goodnight!

or should i say goodmorning?!