RDP Saturday: Write

What shall I write today? A good question. Every morning I say Good Morning and write. During the day I do what I am doing now and writing spurred on by a prompt title. I must have writing more than a thousand pieces in my 12 year blogging life. Here is a piece I wrote in 2016, in the Christmas season-

WHO PILLAGED CHRISTMAS

“Look at that”

“Look at what?”

“Everything has gone and there is a line of little men dressed in green trousers and shirts with red collars and a pointed hat carrying everything away.”

“They are the Chrismas dwarves.”

“But where are they going with those boxes, and drapped all in Christmas tree tinsel and the pots of poinsettia.”

“Christmas is over, gone until next year, they are cleaning out the remainders.”

“But the Chrismas tent is still there.”

“Yes, but look at the sign outside.”

“Oh, it says “Fireworks”.”

“Exactly, the New Year is approaching, so we can now buy our fireworks.”

“But we do not buy fireworks.”

“Of course not, it is for the others, some people like that sort of thing.”

“This is getting mysterious. Look the flower shop, they are selling Poinsettia for half price. If only I knew, I could have  bought mine now. And the special ones with the sparkly bits are also cheaper.”

“That’s because Chrismas is over and no-one wants them.”

“But the poinsettia are living things.”

“Not in the New Year, no-one has a pot with a poinsettia in the living room.”

“I still have mine.”

“I know, you are constantly giving it water and taking care of it. You bother more with that plant than me.”

“Of course, you can look after yourself, that plant depends on my care. And did you see those amaryllis: exactly the same as mine, already planted in a pot and growing, but ten francs cheaper.”

“That is because they are no longer wanted and no, we are not going to buy another one. the one we have is taking up enough room on the floor in the living room and it is growing taller every day. I have to keep turning it to make sure it does not bend over and lose its balance. I think it is possessed, it might be a triffid.”

“Triffids do not exist, at least not at Christmas, they are more an Autumn thing.

Look, where have all the Christmas biscuits gone and the chocolate logs. A pillager has been at work, the supermarket has been attacked and pillaged.”

“It has not been pillaged, and where did you get that word anyhow?”

“It is the daily prompt title.”

“Ah, I see, now everything is clear. No-one eats Christmas biscuits now, they have gone, been crushed and recycled to make something else. We are now approaching a new festival.”

“It says Fasnachtschüchli, only 2 Francs 90 for a packet of 6, but Fasnacht (carnival) is not until the end of February next year, what about the New Year?”

“New Year is next week-end and there are no special bisuits, only fireworks and you cannot eat them.You have to be prepared for these celebrations. Imagine having a carnival without the goodies to go with it.”

“But I still have some Chrismas biscuits left at home, and Christmas cake.”

“You might have, but the stores must think ahead. And now they are ready for carnival. It is all in the name of public relations.”

“They are definitely not relating to me. Did you see the pile of Christmas lights as we entered the store, all removed. It looks so bare in here now. I wonder if I can buy them half price. They would look good in the appartment.”

“We do not do Christmas lights.”

“I know, but we would if we had them.”

“And now we have the carnival cookies.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just putting a paket in the trolley. I quite like them.”

“I have an idea, shall we ask the shop assistant if she has any chocolate Easter eggs, or chocolate bunnies?”

“But we are too early for Easter.”

“Oh, of course, I forgot, just wanted to be prepared.”

RDP Saturday: Write

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