MY SANTA CLAUS...

"Dad", was not the first word...As I learned to speak,

But he was the first one I played hide-and-seek...

Holding his fingers...I walked,

I swayed, I falled...He told me,

Get up, Don't stop!!!

Sitting on his shoulders playfully,

Carrying me when I was not sleepy...

Dad brought me my favorite Parle-G,

Boxes of ice cream Kwality...

Shouting "My Daddy Strongest",

Rhyming "Johny Johny", "Yes Papa"...

Bike ride to school everyday,

Rarely wrote "My Father" as an essay...

Learning his principles I grew up,

One of them "Never Give Up"

Be confident...Be honest

Also

Be polite...Do sympathize...

"Do not fear being a girl.

Step out...Stand smartly in this world"...

Supports me when I want to make a difference,

Hurts when he does not show confidence...

Taught me to endeavour,

He is an enamour...

He is my Santa Claus,

Gifts me...Blesses me each day,

No need of any cause...

How will I stay away after marriage?

OH GOD! Please give me the courage...

A Daughter is her Fathers Treasure,

Love which no one could ever measure...

Its called "Kanyadaan"...No wonder...

I love this quote from the movie "Pursuit of Happyness"...where a father teaches his child a wonderful thought
Chris Gardner: Don't ever let someone tell you, you can't do something. Not even me.All right?.
Christopher : All right.
Chris Gardner: All right. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can't do it. You want something? Go get it.

P.S.The word "Dad" dates back to the sixteenth century, or possibly even earlier? It may have originated with the Welsh word "Tad" (meaning father), which later mutated to Dad. The word "Father" is derived from the Old English "Foeder".