The kid was tightly wrap in his blue jacket, while making up with the hand of his father, and his mother on his left. Clicking noise of coins dropped by the kids trying to win the small stufftoy. Popcorn vendors trying to penetrate the huge number of crowd flowing from different sides. Coming in and coming out while the dim lights making up the rides which caught the interest of the kid. It is just one of the hundred scenarios I could spot in the city's plaza, which I managed to visit once in a while, at least.
The huge crowd was in a rush, but I noticed the kid along with his mother and father, was still there, staring at the spinning ferris wheel, neverending. The kid was longing for a ride, but still his parents can't give anything. Chances are fading for the little fella, but i'm pretty sure he'll be enjoying the night together with his mom and dad.The lights were already turned on in the nearby stage, but still I can't make up the faces of the people strolling around the dusty walkway. All I know is, i'm finally back again strolling around the place I used to hang when I was still reclaiming my innocence.
The kid was finally over with the neverending spin of the Ferris Wheel. Saw him smiling with excitement, while trying a quality time with his mother and father. It's just another simple thing given away to put smiles and happiness into one's self. Seeing the real meaning of Christmas is to see how happy the family is.
For a writer, another poem to write. For a painter, another canvass to make. For a blogger another post to create, but for a kid, and his family, another Real Christmas to experience.
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