This Christmas Santa Claus greeted me. He came to where I was, he came especially to me even though there were no children around, he looked me in the eyes and said: “congratulations“It’s been so long since something like this happened to me. I was there a medical security guard from the neighborhood where I was born because my friend’s brother-in-law’s blood pressure went down or up, that was the question, so stop being nervous and just fifteen minutes before toast – not without debating with “Should we go now?”, “Should we go now?”, “It’s not that big of a deal”, “Better yes and we stay calm” – we got in the car and drove to the hospital. And this happened as we waited in the room while they treated him (it was nothing, just severe heat stroke). Santa Claus came, his red and white suit, his hat with a pom-pom on the top, he somehow hid the stress of those first days of summer so as not to be conflicted, and said “Merry Christmas”. Shortly after Christmas Eve. He then said he would greet those admitted to the hospital and walked away without further ado. It was seconds.
I have some similar memories, they’re all from the eighties, they’re all real I think. Sometimes time messes things upbut they must have been like that. Santa Claus a block from the apartment on Azara Street, in a white house that he never entered except that day; Santa Claus I’m sitting in some mall and I’m next to him, never on top of him, I don’t have that attitude; Santa Claus in the most famous gallery of Lomas de Zamora; Santa Claus on the street, during the day, with a bell in his hand. It’s just these. There are only a few. The years change the way I look, what I look at, and for some reason I stopped looking. Little adulthood, first adulthood. This year, in my forty-second year of adulthood, I received only one gift: pink panties. But in my past, the midnight of December 24th to 25th was volcanic. I went out on the sidewalk with my brother and cousins (all older) to play with them little starsthe pyrotechnics that little girls were allowed to have back then – those little gray sticks that light up at one of their tips and create sparks for just a minute and make people think that life is very beautiful – and then I went back to the place where I was, back to the third floor apartment on Azara Street, or to my uncle’s two-story house, the one on Monteagudo Street so close to the train tracks, and at the door I found a black consortium bag full of presents Of course, that wasn’t everything for me, but they still captivated me. That’s what I felt, ecstasy as they helped me read the names on each package and deliver them to their recipients. I flew when I was five years old.
After nothing was the same again. Other, better feelings also came from the others, but the guy’s explosive illusion Big Bang He never returned from those nights. I had no way of feeling the same way at any other time in my life. It’s a logic I haven’t been able to recapture. And a few days ago I realized that it’s something I miss because it felt so good when Santa came to me the other night to wish me a Merry Christmas. I thought it didn’t make any sense, in fact it was one of those episodes that I would undoubtedly describe as such ridiculous, stupid, cliche, and yet for a few moments I fall into that celebratory trance and believe that I still have something of that girl wrote letters asking for toysthe Barbie fashion designer, the Zig Zag, the largest package of Trabi-colored fibers, gave me strength. When I explain it, I can’t justify it, but it was like that. And it was true. There were only three adults in the waiting room, my boyfriend, his sister and me, and Santa came by anyway. There were only a few adults in the boarding schools and Santa Claus greeted them the same way. This gesture. May it conquer the whole of 2026.
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