The brat asked me yesterday, in all bug eyed earnestness, "Mamma, can I have a Crissmass party for my frens?"
Mamma, who was trying to grab the luxury of an afternoon nap, muttered something incomprehensible that the brat took to mean a yes and went out squealing in delight and calling all his pintsizes on the intercom informing them about a Crissmass party on the premises come Crissmass. By the time mamma rubbed the last vestiges of nap sloth from her eyes, she was informed we had all confirmations and a guest list of around 12 of the hardest boiled eggs from the complex. After I had recovered myself from the floor whence I had collapsed and impacted a couple of the tiles advertised with elephant on them to demonstrate their load bearing capacities I sat the child down and asked him about what exactly he had in mind. He rattled off his list happily. A Christmas tree, Christmas cake, Christmas sweets and Christmas games. And Santa Claus.
The compulsive list maker in me began listing out the to dos-invitation cards, Christmas decorations, mince pies, plum pudding, Christmas carol CDs, Santa costume and masks, Santa hats for the kids and such like, when the brat put a hand up, much in the manner of wise man with thought striking him.
"Mamma," he said. "Wot if the world ends on the twennyfusht?"
That was a valid question. "Den where we'll go? How we'll have the party if the world gets over. Let's have the party on the 20th."
If nothing, I must admire his spirit to be the princeling of good times, even in the face of the end of the world.
Mamma, who was trying to grab the luxury of an afternoon nap, muttered something incomprehensible that the brat took to mean a yes and went out squealing in delight and calling all his pintsizes on the intercom informing them about a Crissmass party on the premises come Crissmass. By the time mamma rubbed the last vestiges of nap sloth from her eyes, she was informed we had all confirmations and a guest list of around 12 of the hardest boiled eggs from the complex. After I had recovered myself from the floor whence I had collapsed and impacted a couple of the tiles advertised with elephant on them to demonstrate their load bearing capacities I sat the child down and asked him about what exactly he had in mind. He rattled off his list happily. A Christmas tree, Christmas cake, Christmas sweets and Christmas games. And Santa Claus.
The compulsive list maker in me began listing out the to dos-invitation cards, Christmas decorations, mince pies, plum pudding, Christmas carol CDs, Santa costume and masks, Santa hats for the kids and such like, when the brat put a hand up, much in the manner of wise man with thought striking him.
"Mamma," he said. "Wot if the world ends on the twennyfusht?"
That was a valid question. "Den where we'll go? How we'll have the party if the world gets over. Let's have the party on the 20th."
If nothing, I must admire his spirit to be the princeling of good times, even in the face of the end of the world.
3 comments:
I finally found some time to start reading your book and I am loving it so far! Just one minor gripe - Alphabets? :D
-Nidhi
Quite logical question!
Ha ha, Nidhi. My apologies. Should be alphabet of course. I am the world's worst subeditor as any of my ex bosses would testify.
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