29.11.08

Sunday Scribblings - A Winter's Tale

This is a true tale about winter. Well, an almost true tale, but I have added extra bits here and there otherwise it would be pretty boring!

When I was small, well not very small, but smaller than I am now, my mum’s church used to send us children to visit the old people in the village just before Christmas - people like my friend Keith!

We used to make cards at Sunday School and wrap up bars of chocolate and things. I remember one old lady; her name was Lady Dorothy Battersby-Smythe. (Actually it was old Dottie Smith and that was the first of my ideas to make the tale more interesting!). Well, I went into her drawing room and we sat in front of a roaring log fire crackling away in an inglenook fireplace (my nose is growing! To be honest is was an ancient electric fire in her kitchen)

She told me that when she was a girl Santa Claus used to come down her chimney on Christmas Eve when she was asleep. I told her that he came to me too, but she said that one year something unusual happened.

While I think about, what do you think about Father Christmas? I worked out for myself at a very young age that there wasn’t such a person as this jolly old man with a beard and a beer belly wearing a red frock. I mean, all that talk about Santa’s little helpers making toys in a workshop was nonsense. He didn’t make the Barbie doll which I got one year any more than he is busy knocking out Wii machines right now, I think Nintendo would have something to say if he was. But I always had a sneaking feeling that there was some strange force popping little bits and pieces into my stocking after my Dad had crept in with some presents from the shop. I never said anything; I hid them under my bed. Now just suppose there is someone or something out there that we adults don’t know about and kids keep to themselves?

Now, back to the Winter’s Tale. On second thoughts I don’t think I’ll carry on. As I said it was a bit boring and I don’t really like lying to make it more interesting. If it was a piece of fiction like Harry Potter, then making things up is okay, but mine was a true story. So I think I’ll stop here.
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12 comments:

Devil Mood said...

lol Rosey, you made me giggle. I'm very fond of that idea that kids know something adults don't...So maybe we forget about that something when we grow up, right? Sounds logical.

Marja said...

Rosey I loved the crackling fire so make as much up as you can. I enjoyed your story and eh if you believe it or not my mum visited Santa's house in Iceland. I heard he has a house in Alaska as well.

tumblewords said...

This is a charming piece and I hope to read more of your work!!!

Whitesnake said...

Rosey it was brill sweetheart!

The thing about Christmas aint the fact an obese man in fetish gear has ta drop toys off ta little kids who sing crappy songs and eat too much....... its about what's inside ...it's about the spirit of Christmas and unfortunately there are only a few of US that carry that spirit 24/7.......

SEE Noe see ya ya done?????
Ya go me ranting and raving and crapping on about a man ina red suit.....
Geeeeeeeezzzzz girl!
What are ya like?
Could ya get me another beer please?
(((grins)))

linda may said...

Cute Rosey Cute.

Linda Jacobs said...

I like how you framed the heart of your piece! Well done!

Giggles said...

You really are a doll Rosey. I know what you mean about fibbing. It's nice to keep your blog authentic. Hope to hear more!

Hugs Giggles

jadey said...

Rosey you are so silly but such a great entertaining story teller. Good job.

Mary said...

Well done. I love your writing style!

BJ Roan said...

Just suppose. Wouldn't that be fun? Loved your whimsical writing.

Preethi said...

the fire cracking is much better than electric... and the name does make the tale more romantic.. as for Santa I managed t open my big mouth and give my 4 yr old the impression that Santa is imaginary (really who does that?).. so now he is out to prove to me that Santa is real!! And we talk about Santa all day!!

Whitesnake said...

WHAT????

Santa ain't real.........

Rosey ya have no shame.....!

You have just destroyed and ole man's dream...........