Every year, we come to the end of November, and we ask
ourselves: "What's next?". Well, as a matter of fact, it just happens
that I, Enache Emanuel, am here to tell you what's next:
We come
back from school. We see the naked trees, screaming for help. They offer no
resistance against the cutting wind. We come home. We eat, do our homework and
go to sleep. A tear comes from everybody's eye. Summer is gone.
They
wake up. A torrent of thoughts comes to their mind. They go to their windows.
They can't believe it. A white blanket covers the whole landscape. Feathers
rain from the sky as they scream their happiness. Winter is upon them! They
quickly dress up. When they open their doors a freezing cold cannon ball hits
them in their faces. They see their friends laughing with a snowball in their
hands. They jump in the snow as they don't care. Their friends join them.
Winter is upon them!
Night
comes. I come back to my houses' door. I cry as that day passed away. "
Don't worry, child! Winter didn't end!", My parents tell me. I begin to
laugh. I was so foolish! I undress and begin to eat. So hot food! I begin my
homework. "Pen, pen, tell me, what do you write about today?"
"A
winter wonderland, little sir! A winter wonderland..."
He
begins to write. I watch as he draws winter with his words.
" I'm amazed. You are great at writing!"
"Thank
you, little sir! Thank you! Wait! Don't YOU need to write about this?"
"Well..."
"<sigh>
All right! So: Winter is a snow paradise. Guarded by snowmen, full of angels at
every step, and populated by children's fantasies. How is that, little sir?
"Perfect!
But continue with this: Children fight with snowballs with the zeal of an
angel. Santa Claus watches and laughs. His elves want to know what to get for
the children-
"A
talking little sergeant, a singing bunny, a dancing doll and a lightning quick
bycicle!"
"When
did you grow a mind full of imagination, my pen?"
"When
your little brother kept writing to Santa Claus all of these silly
things!"
"What
do you call silly, soldier?"
An army
of talking sergeants, bunnies, dolls and bicycles faced them. They were alive!
Dancing and singing, laughing about what the pen and I were saying!
"
Just sleep, child, a bearded man in red said. Just sleep..."