It was a clear and crisp afternoon, the land basking in the golden glow of shining sun, a respite to the foggy chilly mornings and equally cold nights. Megha kept looking at the swinging clock on the wall in front of her. She kept on staring at to and fro moving birds in the pendulum. The music of the hand ticking every second was growing on her. She was waiting anxiously for clock to strike 6. But the day couldn’t be any longer.
“Finish your lunch Megzy”, came a voice from the kitchen. Her mother had been baking a plum cake for all. The aroma of baking cinnamon was wafting out from the kitchen. The whole house became fragrant from the baking cake. “You know, if you finish your lunch quickly Santa may come early”, said her mother. “But I’m not hungry mumma’, she protested, “I miss dad. He never forces me to eat beans. I wish he were here with us during my holidays and not in US.” After toying with the spoons and making every possible music from the spoon and plate, she finally finished the Aloo beans on her plate halfheartedly.
She got dressed and wore her favorite dress – of a fairy. The shimmery white color of the frock made her look radiant. She searched for her matching shoes and wore a matching hairband. It was half an hour to 6. “Mumma hurry up!”, her speed of talking was increasing as the minutes hand on the clock was getting closer to 12. “Where are you. Why are you getting so dressed, you look fine mumma, don’t be late.” Finally the clock struck 6. There was no sign of anyone other than herself and her mom. She sat on the sofa sighing. She waited and waited. She had noticed her drawing room so acutely for the first time. “You know there is a stain on this side of sofa, mumma”. “It must be from the sauce I dropped the other day”, she wondered. The clock struck 7. Still no sign of the expected. Megha was getting restless and grumpy by now. She was about to lose hope when the doorbell rang.
She sprang on her feet and opened the door. “Santa! You are finally here,” she exclaimed with a full face smile. “I have been waiting so long. I wore my favorite dress today, how do I look Santa. Do you like my wand Santa? I am a fairy today. Wow so many gifts!” She spoke the sentences in a single breath. She sat on his lap while he gave her the best gifts she could have asked for.
Finally she said, “You know, I can see your beard through the fake white one, Papa” 🙂