Coming in from the clouds with a beard looking like a cloud, vibrant thick close to travel across the whole chilling Globes with sweet melody hustling through those bells on Reindeers. His willingness to remain unnoticed is baffling. The signature of his presence is the laugh of his, that unearthly laugh the whole cosmos is deprived of. This laugh on a Christmas eve awakes a Son of street from the winter dreams of his only to find a box of candies and a furry warm coat near his torn out warm blanket for which the word warm seems ironical with no one to be seen around but streets. Being aware of the generosity around him he is perplexed, sparing a thought for that laugh which he never heard in all seasons. The cold of night is piling up on the streets and the impressions of its history on our protagonist’s conscious.
He had heard those grins and those giggles numerous of times looking through the window, a cup of coffee and a bright eyed couple far away from his misery feeling beautiful for themselves. He had seen a laughing session between school boys going haywire out of nowhere because of the mean streak behind that laugh. He had looked at people coughing and laughing at the same time with an element of sympathy for their burn out throats but nothing for their heart.
At worst of times had confrontations with bullies laughing at his street life calming there anxious ego which is a tamed creature in the world they come from. He had witnessed those cold blooded maniacs discovering their Clown in the bloodshed, smoke and screaming bullets. The venom takes shelter in its (laugh) shadow but the acts of people ruins the comfort (of venom). The dark stories of the streets have galloped those famous fables.
Now the urge for the quest of that beautiful and unadulterated laugh of that mysterious divine figure on the Christmas eve is doing merry go round inside him. I am not sure of his spiritual enlightenment. No churches, no temples, no mosques. I am a bit worried for this fella because he is seeking for a benevolent laugh among the shrinks. Santa comes once in a year and those candies won’t last long and it can be said for the coat too. To find someone who will laugh for you and take nothing away need some voyage around the Globe.
I have given a thought to the fact that why Santa show up once in a year. It’s almost like he wants to tell the human race that people like him are rare and one won’t find them waiting around a corner. I think that person if found will be like Santa. He will be in a hurry most of the time because of his generosity for everyone. His presence will be short lived but will leave the sight with a bag full of happiness. He will soak the cold vibes and the slippery tears in the furry coat of his. Not to forget, his laugh will certainly bring an end to the quest of that Son of Street.