I Remember Christmas Chapter 2 part 2

 

It was Christmas Eve and my elder brother, Clarence and I decided to climb a tall tree to cut down a few posts to build our little Christmas house. While my tall and on the way to becoming fat brother climbed the tree I stood at the bottom of the tree to point out which of the best limbs to cut. Suddenly I heard a loud “crack.” Then before my horrified eyes, Clarence came crashing down from the tree landing on a pointed tree stump with a loud “thump”. That then punctured his right thigh. Bravely he held on to his thigh and told me not to cry. Quickly he ripped his shirt off and told me to tie a tourniquet above the wound. How that taught came to him, I would never know. I scampered home screaming for help. What a courageous big brother Clarence was. Lucky for us my parents were home, they rushed him to the Hospital. “Oh! For the love of parents what would kids do?”   I Remember Christmas

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I Remember Christmas. Chapter 1part1 (Brother Ent Heavy)

During the Christmas season, one of the traditions in Ghana was to build a trash house. This trash house was built out of the leaves from a palm tree. You then spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning in it rejoicing the day Christ was born. This custom symbolized the humble way that Christ came into the world born in a stable. Although I must confess that, I was never able to spend the whole night in the palm house. I missed my bed and the nights were cold.

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I Remember Christmas. chapter 1

 

 I remember Christmas, when as a little boy I sat Under the Christmas tree and gazed at all the toys that Santa had brought for my brother and I. Me saying aloud “Santa must be a very good man”. Those words brought tears of joy to my grandfather’s eyes. At that age I had no idea that he was one of Santa’s great helpers, who brought all those wonderful gifts that were, adorned the bottom of our Christmas tree. The essence of Christmas, giving gifts of love. 

I Remember Christmas.

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I Remember Christmas part 2 prologue

    

The truth became apparent to me when I had my new, lovely, then nine years old daughter, Deanna, read this script.  She totally enjoyed the script, she even laughed.  She then encouraged her teenage brother Marlon to read the script. His response was a wide smile. He also enjoyed the script.  I have since had this children story adapted and “performed” as a play by my local church in Brooklyn.  The play was well received by a multicultural congregation with much acclaim.

I Remember Christmas.Prologue

 

PROLOGUE

December 1992

The background of this children’s book has a distinctive Caribbean flare. Remembrance of Christmas opens windows on different cultures and their similarities.  The comparable backgrounds I feel children the world over can relate to and also adults.  Remembrance of Christmas narrative was drawn from memorable episodes of the Christmas season in my life “as a child growing up” in Guyana, South America and Ghana, West Africa.

          My desire to write about the joys of Christmas was ironically triggered by a feeling of sadness.

It was close to Christmas day I was far from home in New York, and I had not received a Christmas card from my son who then lived in Guyana.  It was a cold day the snow had fallen all night and into the morning.  I was on my way to work and had just missed the bus; all I could do was stand and lament. Then it slowly dawned on me I had to snap out of this feeling of sadness before it affected my new loving family. Hence the idea for Remembrance of Christmas was born.

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Anxiety

 With the thunder and lightning the rains came pouring down we rushed for cover; but there was nowhere to hide. We tried to find our Book bags, with our food.  They were lost in the mad dash of humanity to nowhere. 

We then decided to head home soaking wet from head to toe from the rain. Half way home we remembered Kite Man dashed back to find him he was nowhere to be seen. The Back Dam was clear of all humans only broken kites and mud puddles and stray dogs going through left over food.

We finally got home and knocked on his door. It swung open with a creaking sound. We then crept into the room, it was bare.  Kite Man had vanished. Worried, struck now we ran upstairs shouting for my aunt and mother Gertis. To be met only by silence we now began a frantic search of the house fearing the worst.  Maybe Kite Man had used his infamous knife ‘Baby Gal’ and sliced Aunt Sybil and mother to pieces?

Then we spotted a note which apparently had been blown off the kitchen table. It read ‘Gone with your mother to the hospital where she is having a baby’.

Once upon an Easter.

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Finality

 

Then with a running start we raised Baby Gal, straight up with her, “pulling the loop” Kite Man made on her Baby Gal. 

Now there were only two kites left in the air and we battled a bad man kite named Pitt Street Bull. Twice our tail with razor blades crossed over his rope but he still was flying and dipping and crossing and coming for our kite. 

Pitt Street Bull’s tail crossed our rope three times. It looked like he was winning the battle. ‘So we pretended we were hurt and started to fall flapping in the wind like a bird whose wing is broken’. 

Pitt Street Bull, saw that and was coming in for the kill.  The Kite Man shouted “Pull! Pull! Pull!” I pulled and  balled the rope furiously, the rope burning my hands. I already had blisters. Our kite rose and just as Pit was coming for the kill our tail cut his rope. We won the battle.

At the same moment a big thunder and lightning flashed through the sky, Kite Man shouted “Lego! Lego!  Lego the rope!”  Away flew Baby Gal, into the thunder and lightning razor blades sparking! Baby Gal was on fire! 

Once upon an Easter 

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