Christmas 2017: The Secret Santa and Perfect Gifts

         

                 As Christmas was approaching our teacher in school told us about a game that we would play in the class after the exam. It was named as Secret Santa. In that game, the class monitor had to make the chits with names of all the students and teacher as well. Each child would come roll number wise to pick a chit. Whoever’s name the student would pick, he/ she would be the secret Santa for that student. That would mean that he/ she would get a gift and keep secretly in that student’s bag. 

              When my turn came to pick the chit, I luckily picked the chit with my friend Varshita’s name on it. I was very excited to get a gift for her. When I went home and told my mother about the game, she liked it too. After thinking a lot, I remembered once I had gone to a stationary shop with my dad. There, I had liked a clutch pencil in purple color. I realized that Varshita’s favorite color was purple too. I decided to give this special pencil to her. Although, daddy bought it for me and I loved it a lot; but Varshita is one of my best friends.

        The next day when Varshita had gone to meet her sister in the lunch break, I secretly kept her gift in her bag. When she came back, while taking out her tiffin she found the gift. She was overjoyed to see that. She came to know about her secret Santa which was me and so thanked me for the perfect gift. 

           The other day, when I was talking to one of my friends, Aishwarya, another good friend of mine, secretly kept my gift in my bag. When I opened my bag for taking out a notebook for classwork, I found the beautifully wrapped gift from my secret Santa. 

      

         

           As all my friends were insisting me to open it, I did. My gift was a special diary in my favorite color- purple. I was super excited to see this. 

I thanked my dearest friend Aishwarya for this lovely gift. Aishwarya told me that this diary was made by poor people. I liked my gift a lot. 

                             

         This was one of the best games I had played in school. Sharing is caring! According to me, this game should be played with poor and underprivileged people. They should receive gifts from people like us secretly. I felt happier in giving the secret gift more than receiving. I am sure most of my classmates must have felt the same way. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

My video

           A couple of years ago, I had enacted in a skit about two young girls who were wishing for gifts from Santa on Christmas eve. This is a must see video for every child. It has a great message. The video is displayed below. 

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You are my Daddy, and I love you!

No matter what you do, 

you are my daddy and I love you!!

You work so hard, 

So I made you this card!

You are my hero, 

who has never scored zero!

Neither cruel nor wild,

you are just like a child!

You always play with us,

 without any fuss!

You love to feed a lot,

like for the food we’ve fought!

You have taught me bit, nibble and byte,

While giving my meals, bite by bite!

I like it when you put down your glasses and think!

‘chunki’ you are the sailor, our boat will never sink!!

A mind like yours is rare to be found,

You have the power to heal any wound!

There is nothing from you that I seek,

As you are superlatively unique!

You are like a wise wizard without wings,

Accepting whatever life brings!

You are the best daddy and I love you so much,

I wish every child may have a daddy like such!

One day when I grow up into a smart successful lady!

I’ll be proud to announce the man who raised me- my daddy!!

No matter what you do, you are my daddy and I love you!!

Fearless Friendly Fionaa

I am fearless friendly Fionaa

I am superlatively fantastic fibster!

I like to tell fables, happily

to friends and family

About the ghosts in the forbidden forest,

without frightening or making them unrest

I make fabulous stories

just to have fun,

When I have got nothing to do

And have homework none

The essence of my presence

is like fascinating fragrance,

Thank God for making me capable

I wish to leave nobody bored and dull.

Playful Place for Petrified Patients

Mudit had fever and was not feeling well. His temperature was not getting down since last two days. We all got worried. Daddy took an appointment of the pediatrician. Since it was a holiday we all went along with Mudit. In the hospital as we walked towards the doctor’s room, we saw an aquarium with small shiny fishes. A full wall painted of cartoons was also there. In the waiting room, there were many babies and children, waiting for their turn to come. As we reported at the reception, we came to know there were more patients before us in the queue. So we had to wait.

Mudit appeared anxious at the sight of the doctors and nurses. The nurse wanted to check Mudit’s height and weight. He got even more scared and clung on to Mumma. Mighty Mudit became Frighty Mudit! I tried to ease him but it didn’t work. I told him that he will let the nurse take the measurements, the kitties pasted on the machine will start dancing. Since we had time, we decided to take him to the cafeteria.

The café had five small neat and clean tables. Two people with their heads covered and gloves over their hands were serving snacks, fruit juices and cakes. The food seemed healthy and the place was hygienic. We grabbed a good table and ordered idli sambhar- Mudit’s favorite. We also ordered bread pakora and watermelon juice. Mudit relished his food. We all forgot that it was a hospital rather, felt like we were in a restaurant.

After having food and fun, we went to the doctor’s room as it was our turn. We entered the room quietly. In the room, there was one junior doctor also sitting taking notes. We all took a chair, but Mudit sat on mumma’s lap. Mudit was just little apprehensive. Doctor examined Mudit gently and prescribed a medicine. We came out and went home in the car.

          After coming I was wondering, the children who are young and ill, get scared of the hospital sometimes. For such children, people of the hospitals should make a play area. It may have a small slide, a swing, playing blocks and some entertaining stuff like balls and books. A good playful place can pacify the petrified patients. 

An evening without phone

                                       

                                                                                                

It was a pleasant evening. Slow breeze was flowing. I and dad were excitedly coming out of the school from the swimming class. We got a bit late as it was the last day of Luke sir and he was giving useful tips to improve my swimming. It was getting dark slowly. All the cars that had been parked outside the school were gone. I was getting into the back seat of the car, but dad asked me to sit in the front, so I closed the door. Before I could get to the front side, thinking I am sitting in back only, dad started the car and left.

I was standing still on the footpath all by myself. I shouted madly after daddy but in no vain. I was not sure of what had happened. How could he leave me?  It was a lonely dark road. Was it some kind of punishment for me? I wondered. Shivers went down my spine. My face was going white. What on the earth could I do? I felt like crying. Despite the nervousness inside, I collected my courage and looked around. In the darkness of cloudy sky, I saw a light little far away on the other side of the road.

        I crossed the road and went to the room from where the light was coming. The room was small and looked dull. It had three iron chairs, one huge table with lots of registers scattered on it, and an old ceiling fan. The man in that room had an oval face, flat nose, black eyes, and flat cheeks. He had a lanky built. He was thin and tall and wearing a guard uniform. He was talking on phone. “Excuse me, can I make a call through your phone” I asked humbly. He stared at me and said shockingly, “Don’t you have your own phone?”

          I told him my story and explained him that since I am only nine, I do not yet have a phone. He said rudely, “The age of 9 is enough for having a phone.” However, he let me use his phone. I called daddy. He picked up the phone, and as soon as he heard my voice he was shocked and could not believe I was not in the car. I told him to quickly come back. He rushed back and picked me. I sat in the car, this time in the front seat.

          Daddy was delighted and relieved to see me safe. I was happy too, to see him at comfort. He told me that all the time he thought I was in the car he was speaking to me about the interesting things of other schools. Although, it was a nerve wrecking experience for both of us, we laughed at the end. He eventually promised me to get me a phone very soon. 

Writer: Fionaa Thawani (IV Grade, NMS)