CASHEW NUTS

CASHEW NUTS EATEN, BY AN OPEN FIRE also shortened as CASHEW NUTS

It's air in motion, the sound too soft to the ears and appealing to the senses.

The air so crisp, dust-filled and ice cold

The moon-lit skies, looking like the red night goblin was about to shower bars of chocolate and descend with his wrapped toys.

Some sweet jazz Christmas music was playing in the background, Nat King Cole for sure.

From the old turntable came the music. Well mixed with the breeze thus presenting a never-before heard rendition of the song playing.

Once again the breeze blew heavily.

Trying to have its way with the open fire, burning some metres away from the large hut.

Earlier in the week, the cold North East wind had brought along some wild fire.

One happy family was sitting around the fire.            

A man in turban and his wife with their handsome boy and cute little girl.

All dressed in warm woolly glittering sweaters and thick trousers.

They were all engrossed in what the father of the house was saying. And almost forgetting the wild fire had made them homeless. They had to settle for the large abandoned hut.

In between, they seemed to be chewing something.

Of course roasted nuts from cashew in a flat plate. All they had left to eat.

Father downing some fairly warm wine as he spoke.

He was telling them tales/legends of christmas and santa from all over the world.

Even the chewing horse relaxing next to the family, was enjoying the story-telling session.

Father closed his story book.

Together the whole family made and sang a remix of 'the christmas song' replacing the first line with 'Cashew nuts, eaten by an open fire'

Half way through the song.

They heard a loud bang close to their hut, something had landed in front of their  hut.

It was a large box filled with swiss chocolate, other yummies, gifts for the whole family and most of all,  a map telling them about a place of hope along the West.

On the right-hand side of the box was a large label with the words 'From Santa with love'.

The family, now relieved from the sudden heart-pounding sound and excited by the arrival of the gifts, cheerfully and gratefully started their song all over. This time it sounded like a 'reprise/outro' to an epic album.

This was the night before christmas and Harmattan just got serious.

Happy Christmas!

By VictorMaria

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