I could make excuses – it was meant to be a bonding exercise, my nephew started it, he could have said “stop” – but in the end I’m 36 and he’s three so I suppose I just have to go ahead and accept the blame. But still, he did kind of incite the whole thing. I mean, he ran! So I chased.
I know that the festive season is traditionally a time for heart-warming stories and magic tales about the kindness of strangers but I have some anecdotes I desperately need to share that involve run-away chickens and amputations and other injuries and insanity. Please indulge me.
Santa is a double amputee
My godson knocked over a huge, moving, singing, dancing Santa at a Christmas party filled with strangers. When I attempted to fix Santa his torso collapsed, swallowing his legs and landing on his feet. Santa became a double amputee.
Children gathered around and stared at Santa and at me. I tried to explain why Santa no longer had any legs and ended up tutoring on the loss of limbs, living with a disability and why Santa would have to sell his sleigh on eBay and deliver the presents on a mobility scooter this year. Then adults gathered around and stared at me, only their stares were cold and furious and I realised that it wasn’t my place to tell children about how life is cruel and that people sometimes have to have their limbs amputated at the pelvis. Then I ran away.
This Christmas what will you buy that person who has everything? What will you give to that guy that you hate? And what about your blind friend?
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I find a snail.
“Look!” I say, “It’s a snail.”
She looks at it for a long time. I know what she’s thinking: where is its head?
“It’s gone inside its shell,” I say.
“Oh,” she says. And then: “Mummy get in.”
“What?” I say.
“Mummy get in shell,” she says and she points to the snail.
“A fish?” I say. “How can you be so insensitive?”
“What?” he says
“You know what I went through with Ludwig and Abraham,” I say turning away from him as memories of the murder, the cancer diagnosis and the euthanasia conspiracy flood back.