Went to town today to finish buying the gifts for the gift bags for orphans that I had been given charge of. Walked into e-mart and past another foreigner. Like a good expat, I duly didn't talk to him. Actually, that is more of a habit now instead of purposefully ignoring them. He was an older gentleman. At one time his hair most likely was a light brown. But at that moment, dressed in everyday clothes and glancing at me with a twinkle in his eye and gentle smile on his face... I was sure I was looking at Santa. The white hair and beard couldn't have been fake.
Needless to say, I felt a rush of happiness and a feeling of being home. I couldn't help it. After I walked past and into another aisle, I realized I really wanted to see him again. So I looked for him. But Santa was nowhere to be found. I was sad about that, but then I remembered the smile he had given me and I felt all warm inside again. Who said Santa was just for kids. When you are far from home, he is for you too.
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