hmm..anione happens to have watched the polar express?? Ok, this sounds childish, but i haf to clarify: I DIDNT WATCH IT OUT OF MY OWN ACCORD!!! but i digress.. ok, pt being, the poem yh posted reminds me of the movie..about how as a child we hold on to the belief in Santa n the spirit of Christmas but as we eventaully grow up, we gradually lose this belief n faith..n according to the movie, tis rather sad..
maybe i've grown to be cynical, but somehow, i dun totally agree..(sorrie yh.. :P) it's not tt i view life as sad n meaningless, but somehow over the years, i've come to deviate from the belief tt the world is a perfect picture of happiness. We can't change the imperfect world, but wad we can do is to accept them n then alter our attitude.As for the movie, well , i guess it does fine in preserving the innocence in children, but for me, it paints too beautiful a picture. Many of us honour the spirit of Christmas, but how many of us actually do spread love and remember the pple less fortunate in this season of giving?
But, one thing that i agree with the movie..the things that are the most important are those that cannot be seen..
Merry Christmas :)