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Sorekara Jesus

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boris kislitsin
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You know what time capsule is. You’d write a message for yourself, put it in a bottle, dig a hole, put it there and forget about it for a while.

Sometimes you forget about it completely. I remember the day of my graduation from school. My mates and I wrote what we will be and what we will have in 10 years time, and decided to meet at the place 10 years later to dig it out. I never came back to my hometown. I do not know what happened to it, probably it’s still there. A friend of mine (where are you now, Katya?), when I told her this story said she also made such a capsule once. She was around 7 years old at that time. She put there her most prized possessions: some marbles, and favorite doll, other things. To make it a real treasure box, she filled that metal cookie box with mother’s jewelry. When her mother recognized that her beloved necklace is missing, my friend told about the treasure box. Her father and grandfather were dispatched with spades to dig it out. Unfortunately, she couldn’t remember where she put it exactly, and they spent a whole day digging around garden in vane. It was never found again.

Right, those things are just staff. I think there are time capsules of other kind, hidden from ourselves treasures exist. This is my explanation of deja vu. Continue reading ‘Sorekara Jesus’

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Santa Claus address

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I think Santa Claus is real. No, I do not mean a story I have read somewhere about a Brazilian guy who changed his name to Santa Claus. We are talking about real thing.

Here is my proof, on which this belief still based. My son wanted to send a letter to Santa Claus yesterday, asking for presents a mountain of snow and talking dog. So I remembered myself, being a couple years older then he is now, writing my very own letter to Santa with a remote control fire engine request. I could write at that time more or less, being 6 or 7 years old. So I asked my parents, where does Santa live. They told me that he lives at the North Pole. I quickly wrote a letter, asked my father for some coins to buy an ice-cream (what a cheeky one!) and went to post-office straight away. I wanted to keep it secret from everyone, because I suspected they will think I am naive, one. I wanted to surprize everyone, when they will see how wrong they were upon the sight of Santa Claus descending from the clouds and handing me my toy fire engine as present before speeding off back in the sky, two. Both reasons good enough to keep it secret, and I loved secrets.

So I went to the post, put my letter in an envelope and wrote in the field “TO:” - Grandpa Santa Claus, The North Pole, spent my ice-cream money on a stamp with a military boat - the coolest one they had, and dropped it in the letterbox. Of course I put in there sender`s address too.

To my great surprize the letter bounced back in my mother`s hands couple of days later. It simply stated that the stamp price was not enough. Ouch! So Santa Claus is real, after all, as the postmen knew exactly where he lives and how much a letter to Santa could cost, but kept it secret!

In a couple of weeks time Christmas came and I got my fire engine from my parents. Well, not remote controlled one, but OK. Anyway, you see my point.

Later on, when I was already in my twenties, I have met a guy who actually been to the North Pole with an ice-breaker. So he started to talk about their scientific research about ice shifts and drifts. I asked him, if he have met Santa Claus there. All I had as reply was an uneasy look - maybe he thought I am an idiot, maybe he didn`t want to blew up his friend`s secret - who knows?

If you have met Santa Claus or know his exact address, please comment on this post with details. Christmas is coming, and we really need a talking dog.

Boris Kislitsin

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My best Christmas present

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I am half Thai and half American. I spent three years living in Laos, next to Thailand. For the first two years we were in Laos, my parents hired a pileang, or nanny, named Rojana, who took good care of me. Since she was Buddhist, I didn’t expect a gift from her at Christmas.

On Christmas morning I found a jar filled with at least a hundred tiny paper stars, folded so they were three-dimensional. They were blue and pink and glittery. Rojana had no money to buy me anything, so she spent hours folding those stars for a child who wasn’t her own.

Faie

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Evil Santa

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It was around December of 1993, I was four at the time and the mall in my town was packed. My mother, doing some last minute shopping suddenly found a bin. Not just any bin. But a bin filled with movies. Christmas movies! And they were priced at a dollar each. Well, my mother just couldn’t resist. She blindly grabbed a couple and bought them. It was a snowy night. The fire was lit and the Christmas tree was by the window. The pile of videos my mom had just bought were at the table. My sister and me picked a movie that looked appealing, it was called SANTA CLAUS.
 
So mother popped it in. It wasn’t until it started playing that I noticed what looked like Satan in the background of the video jacket. What our family (except my father, who hated children’s films) saw was indeed shocking. The movie’s condition was terrible, like some strange 8mm film that had been hidden in a damp cellar. I remember it being the first dubbed movie I had ever seen, and to this day, the worst. I remember how frightening and un- jolly the Santa Claus was. I didn’t understand why there were so many kids in his workshop, I always thought they were elves. And why wasn’t he at the North Pole? I mean, floating castles? Come on! I remember how the little red devil man scared shit out of me and over time, became a frequent visitor of my nightmares! But the one scene I can most clearly remember is the scene where Santa brings this little boy into a weird laboratory with a glass window, and this little boy wishes for parents. Then these awful foil boxes appear and this man and woman rise up in a zombie-like fashion. It scared the crap out of me and still thinking about it gives me chills. I remember being shocked at how religious the movie was. From an impressionable child who’d been watching Disney Films and THE WIZARD OF OZ in an obsessive state had never heard the word “Jesus”, “Hell”, or “Satan” in a film made for children. And the brief images of hell in the movie etched a Catholic idea of it in my head for years until my ideas on religion eventually changed. Till I was at least 6, I had seen the film at least 3 times and each time watching it in complete and utter terror.

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