I understand there are no chimneys for you to slide into gifts in hand, or socks hanging by the fireplace with cookies and a glass of milk awaiting your arrival. There is no snow for your sleigh either. Sometimes the streetlights leading to our doorsteps are dimly lit and with your glasses I doubt you can see in the dark. These are probably among the inconveniences that keep you away.
I know the drill; making the naughty list this year once again doesn’t guarantee me an audience with you. But Santa, won’t you come to the ghetto just this once? It’s beyond Christmas or boxing day and I know you are probably resting with the Mrs. up in the north. You should be named King of the North instead, I digress.
Every year we see you in the Coca-Cola advertisements on television getting our hopes up but to what end? Do you only make time for the kids on the right side of the tracks? Does being born in rich families directly equate to being good all year round? You see Santa, no one chooses to be born where they are. Maybe when you have your own children one day you will realize this. Children of all ages, races and religions are a blessing. Since I know you know this, wouldn’t you say your selection process has been a tad compromised and biased? Every child deserves to feel like they are thought of and loved.
My brothers and their friends like to play soccer with the ball they make from plastic paper bags in this jungle of concrete. Children here have simple satisfactions and have learnt to make due with what they have, as gifts aren’t easy to come by. Whether the toys are outdated or second-hand, they are bound to accept them wholeheartedly.