Dear fat man in red,

"She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins."

Matthew 1:21

And so it's the season for giving again. Or rather receiving for some. There's something about Christmas that brings an air of festivity and joyfulness. Maybe it's the sight of kids lining up, eager to meet the fat man in a red suit and tell him that they had been good. Or maybe it's all those Disney-like decorations with beautiful trees and lights like fairy dusk. Perhaps it's the music blasting in every shopping mall and not to mention the caroller and the delicious food and that unexpected kiss under the mistletoe and snow and the long-awaited presents!

Well, there's no snow this year in Malaysia ( it would most definitely be the end of world if it did snow), not even a hint of a rain cloud, and yes, I'm still spending this wonderful day alone in my room with a bunch of Christmas albums and movies as usual, but this is by far the most magical 25th of December ever. Thanks to

a certain idiot who likes ruin my day just to save it in the end.

A towel for comfort, a stack of letters to reach him when he's too far away and my favourite book to always keep me company. Check out it's amazing pop-up-ness.

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So dear Santa, I'm not going to ask for much this year, just please let him be out of harm's way and come back to me in 18 days, in one piece, safe and sound.

Merry Christmas, all!