Santa Claus loaded his bags stuffed with the myriad gifts on
the reindeer cart. Humming the hosanna of God, he slithered his sledge on the
snowy road to meet the children of the world. He is rapt in the memories of the
children whom he had visited last year. Sometimes a small smile dances on his
lips and sometimes a laud laughter pierces his citadel of stark white beard as
a result of reminiscence from the prattle of children.
Last year one little girl of four asked Santa: “ Why do you
paint your beard only in white? Next time colour it in blue. It is my favourite
colour.”
Such puerile and pure questions kept doing rounds in the
mind of Santa.
After travelling for hours, he stopped at a spring to drink
some water; he cupped water in his hands and took to his mouth. “Yuck,” saying this
he spat out the water. “I have never drunk such saline water from a spring, brine
water is nature of sea not rivers and springs,” He talked to his Reindeers.
With his throat still thirsty, he moved on. After travelling
for an hour he reached a place that had a bevy of coconut trees. The sight of
coconut trees gave a glint of happiness in his eyes. Now he felt relieved that
his thirst could be quenched. He plucked one coconut and gulped the liquid
within it… but again he had to throw up whole liquid as again the coconut water
was salty. Now he got totally bamboozled as to what was happening to him. He
thought that he must have done some
mistake and that was why God was punishing him. He sat there and prayed to god
to forgive him for any of his mistakes that he doesn’t remember committing.
Satisfied with his prayer, he moved ahead.
Now he decided to eat and drink only with the kids, so he
didn’t stop anywhere in between. He wanted to reach quickly to the place where
children had last time promised him to be.
After travelling for sometime he reached that place. But to
his utter surprise there was no one present there. He decided to wait. One hour
passed, two hours passed, three hours passed ,but no one appeared.
He was looking frazzled and hassled. Seeing him perturbed,
one vulture asked him: “You feel tired and hassled, what is the problem?”
“Since the time I have started the journey today, very
strange things are happening to me,” Replied Santa.
“Strange things… such as?” asked the Vulture.
“ Today,I tried drinking water from a spring but its water
was brine, I tried drinking from a coconut frond but it was also salty. And here I am waiting for the kids for so
long and they are not there. Actually, they know that I come to this place at
this time to give them gifts… but it is really strange that they are not here
till now,” Explained Santa.
“ The mother earth who is carrying the dead bodies of her
children in her lap cannot engender the
sweet water Santa.”
“ What! Can you come again… dead bodies of children?” asked
a befuddled Santa.”
“Look ,I feed on dead bodies but despite that I will only
condemn this act of humans.”
“For God's sake can you be a bit clear with your explanation,”
Urged Santa.
“Look the grown up humans have taken to the new hobby and
that is killing of their own children, all your children have been killed
because the grown- ups were fighting to prove their superiority. They sprayed
the tender bodies of children with cruel bullets. No one will come up today
Santa because they have been made bereft of their right to live by the force of
bullets.” The Vulture clarified.
“The place where you are standing is their grave yard,” Informed
the Vulture.
“What are you talking dear, I had thought that under the
auspices of the elders my children will be safe, but these grown- ups
themselves devoured my kids. Now what is the purpose of my life,” Saying so
Santa started crying frantically and started digging the soil.
After digging the soil for some time he came across the dead
body of the girl who had told her to paint his beard in blue, he rippled her
body to bring her back to life. But instead of life, the ripple put forth the
fountain of blood from her mouth that made his beard drenched in red.
“The place where my children are not respected is not the
place for me either; I will only be there where my children are.” And saying so,
he also buried himself with his reindeer cart.
And thus the synonym of happiness for children disappeared
from the earth forever.
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