He was medium height but with broad shoulders, his hair was styled in an irregular mohican as he had just woken up the bottom half of his face was invaded with stubble. I saw his hand coming towards my eyes obstruct all of the light whist I was being picked up and carried along to the toilet. My dad dropped me down and shut the door he still had the fuming expression on his face and pushed me onto the back of the door, he lowered himself to my height and whispered in an annoyed tone of voice.
“Did u see any thing?” I stood straight as a post pushed my neck into my shoulders and shock my head immediately. “Good, now do what you gota do and get to bed.” I ran to the step and moved it in front of the toilet, he weighted behind tapping his foot intolerantly. Then when I had finished he picked me up again and shield my eyes from the gifts, and dropped me on my bed walked out and pushed the door to.
As I laid there I began to think why is dad up at this time? Why was dad annoyed? Why are there all of those presents? Then it all fell into place, there is no Farther Christmas. I stared to reassure myself there is a Farther Christmas! But all I could think of was that dad had presents that I asked Farther Christmas for. I eventually admitted it to myself, the next think I knew I found my self crying. Is the whole of Christmas fake? Is the Easter bunny genuine? Is the tooth fairy alive?
The tears rolled from the corner of my eye over my cheek bone and ended dropping into my ear making a puddle in both. I turned onto my side the tears followed the same direction and flooded my ear hole, on the other ear the pond fell out and soaked into my pillow. I lay there for an hour and 45 minuets within the digital clock display flick over each minuet until my brother woke up.
Together we both got up, he ran down the stairs missing out the last two with excitement. Even thought I knew I should have been excited I could not build up enough emotion as I already knew most of the present that I will receive and also Christmas is a sham.
Another recollection from when I was ten or eleven years old was on a cold autumn’s day, the sun is shining bright but a icy sharp wind dominates the temperature. The wind catches the tops of my ears making them anaesthetized as the same with the end of my fingers were the ends of the gloves were missing. At the time I am half way up a tree reaching for the rugby ball jammed in the branches. The wind blowing the branches making the light flash, as the leaves that were blocking the light are moved as the powerful wind blows it moves the tree letting light into my eyes. The ball which is lodged between three branches looks to have a punchier but my mission was nevertheless to recover the ball a quick as possible, so the game can resume again.
The intolerant men were hollering “hurry up” in a disgusted tone of voice, the reason behind this was half because they are loosing and because the best way to let out the irritation of loosing was to yell at a ten year old boy. As me being an eager ten year old I was up the tree like a squirrel prior to the ball landing in the tree and I recovered it just as swift, even bring the branches down with it. The two branches that were stabbed into the ball made it look like a hedgehog, the oval shape body with its spikes poking out.
The over weight men were in a sketchy circle the captain in the middle lecturing the group, some of the men were lying down on the pre laid bed of grass. The wind that was still howling round was laughing at the state of the men. One man was receiving treatment from the woman “specialist.”
She was little woman bearing a woolly hat, team shirt, thick warm trousers, slipped into her old pair of odd socks and a pair of glasses that were perched on her nose. She was caring the magic water and sponge, using the sponge she soaked up as much of the magic potion she could whilst lighting a cigarette. The woman congers up pitchers of a wizard in my head with the magic water bucket, the sparks from the lighter and her nose which was enormous and pointy with some blemishes on it. The glasses that she wore could have been put to better use like to fill in a church window as they were that thick.
She completed her “magic” on the man stood up whist supporting her lower back, patted him on the head like a dog and ruffled his fur. With the cigarette hanging out the side of her mouth every jaw movement which made the ash fall onto the man with she said
“Get up only ten minutes till the end o.k., your ok just unfit” After saying that she walked away cackling.
