I know I am a dreamer

Hey there.....this is my first blog ever....and I am really excited about this.....however it is 4.00 am in the morning (though my computer clock shows some other time.....need to fix that).....and I cannot think of a meaningful topic.....so will scribble anything that is coming into my mind now.....so plz forgive me if this just doesn't make any sense:)
As a kid I always believed in Santa Claus.....I thought he would actually come door to door to get us that special gift that we would long for.....his sleigh along with his 8 reindeers Dasher, Dancer,Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen......(hope I've named them correctly....though I get to hear different names these days in a couple of movies).....would always amaze me :)
I have always been a very pampered child.....and have never heard a "no" from my parenst ever......still I waited for the entire year to get the thing that I craved most from "Santa" only....every Christmas eve I would pen down a small note for him.....thanking him enough for my previous year's gift telling him how much I loved it.....and then would write down....what I wanted this year.....would then fold the note neatly.....and stuff it into the long red stocking that I owned....that would be a secret....I would die but tell anybody what I had wished for.....except Mom......she was not "anybody" you see....it would always so happen that a couple of weeks before Christmas Mom would ask me "So what is it that you want this year?".....and I would readily share my deepest secret with her..... :)
I had turned 11 that year.....on the Christmas Eve we were staying over at Granny's place.....and I was really worried.....as in..."Will Santa know that I was staying here tonight? Would he make it to this place to get me my gift?".....Mom and mashi had just returned from shopping in the evening.....and I happenned to peep into Mom's shopping bag.....to check if she had got something for me or not....to my surprise....I digged out a Pink Cindrella dress with that perfect rose stitched on the waist line.....I was like...."What???"....this was actually the thing that I was about to ask Santa for this very eve....I can't explain enough how shattered I was.....to get the entire picture right.....I went up to Mom with moist eyes.....she hugged me and explained.....how she and dad would get me the gift that I wanted so much.....and how she would trick me to get this li'l info....I never told her but I did feel cheated that day....since I thought....my belief was nothing but a myth???So unreal???
But today when I think of this entire thing....I feel so special.....that not 1 but I have 2 Santas in my life....Mom and Dad.....how they would get me the best of everything throughout the year and still let me have the thing I wanted so badly.....not letting me know that its been them all through.....just because they wanted me to believe in my dreams....
Isn't it so true that our parents not only help us dream but also give us so much strength and support to live it.....there are times our dreams do not come true.....but that still doesn't stop us from dreaming right.....my take is.....dreams help us realize what we are......only a li'l encouragement can help us achieve them......
If ppl never dreamt.......guess not much could have been achieved by the human race
"You may say I'm a dreamer....but I'm not the only one
I hope someday u will join us....and the world will live as one"
- John Lennon ( a dreamer ahead of his times)
See I told you Santa is for real.....bet you believe that :) :) :)