Dear Mr. Claus
Usually all children and even adults are full of fond expectations from you as the year draws to a close. In every household you are seen as a father/grand father figure. So it was, last year. For some reason you were unhappy with all human beings in every country. And you sent us a gift parcel of Corona virus to be spread far and wide around the time of your visit last year. It was a magic gift that one simply had to receive in the hands and through them into their mouth, nose or eyes with the option of directly absorbing from another person’s tiny drops of infection floated by a sneeze or cough.
The results have been disastrous for the rich and the poor alike. A world that was debating round the clock, injustices to the poor, racial oppression, intolerance of religious minorities, exploitation of the working class etc., suddenly woke up to a rude shock. All sections of societies rich or poor, economically and militarily weak or strong countries became recipients of your even handed gift crudely called Corona and officially christened COVID -19.
The all knowing adults who did not actually know your original roots, confidently bluffed their credulous kids for centuries that you descended from the North Pole every year to appear from our chimneys. Even I had tried to Google your address once only to obtain some vague answers without location maps. But since last year I am not alone in guessing that your address is a laboratory in Wuhan said to be situated in the largest Country of the world.
I am sure even you are not very proud of the gift you left behind last December although you can pat yourself on your back on your logistic ability to distribute your gift across the World before one could say Santa Claus. On second thought it was no big deal for you. You have done it for so many centuries year after year.
This year too you seem to have a trick or two in your bag. The entire world is watching with bated breath the outcome of a political event that will have a great impact on it. We the stupid humans fondly believe that the election or defeat of just one person to a palatial home of an all powerful and influential country, can change the fortunes of that country or the world. But that is our nature, to rejoice when dreaming and repent on waking up.
With folded hands I pray to you neither shower us with surprise gifts nor punish us as you did last year. Let us just be and find our way out of the present mess. I have no doubt that you will vehemently protest, as will millions of my fellow beings of whom many believe that the last year’s gift that put us on the mat, were not from you but a creature which rhyme with mats.
If not considered inappropriate may I also advise to visit us this year only if you must and with suitable precautions such as wearing masks and keeping social distance from all human beings. Please also leave a sticker on the gift packets that none should handle or open them without sanitising them first
Don’t forget to add my name to your gifts list. I am a man in my second childhood!
I love you Santa!
With warm regards
Its been a long time since I wrote a social letter. It has been Letters to the Editor or letters to organizations, banks etc. So I enjoyed this change in communication targets and have written to Mr.Santa Claus! The demand for such a communication was made by my better/bitter half egged on by my daughter Nitila. Both may be sending hints…but who is listening!!
The other bloggers who write on the same topic every Friday are Shackman, Conrad, Ramana, Sanjanaah, Gaelikka, Srinivas and Padmini.
Please do go over to their respective blogs to see what they say about Power.