The day that was named Christmas

It was December , the 24th , normally the main Christmas holiday for RATON and 
his family . Normally that would mean lots of delicious food , many gifts , 
lovely shiny decoration and lots of not funny jokes . 

This year for sure was a gruesome one. It was cold and grey , and the wind blew 
strong over the giant patio , knocking everything in it's path down. Flowers 
pots, pillows, little decorative wooden houses and plants were thrown through 
the air like they weigh nothing . Even the bamboo chime which normally never 
moved , was making noises, which  meant that it was very, very stormy.  

The weather didn't add  to the already somber atmosphere at home . Dad's health 
had worsened actually , he almost couldn't speak any longer, and became more and 
more frustrated with his situation . The stubborn bull was turning weak and un 
coordinated totally depending on any helping hand that was available , moaning 
in pain and agony. It was really time to go it seemed, but for some reason , he 
wouldn't let go . He simply wouldn't die , simply because he wanted to live . 
That's at least  what RATON thought . 

His mother continued running around trying to make dads life as nice as possible 
. She was visibly shaken by all the current incidents, an emotional roller 
coaster , of which she had to carry the heaviest burden . It was hard to watch , 
especially because she didn't get much back in return. Yes, she was driving 
around in her fancy car , wearing a mink coat and expensive shoes , living in a 
big house , but love and kind compassion , the one thing she really was hoping 
for was not available to her at this point . It had never changed for 50 years. 
Dad simply was not able to give her what he wanted deep inside of her heart, but 
had accepted it a long time ago that this is how her life would pan out . Not 
bad, she was grateful , but there was always this little hope in her eyes, 
hoping for dad would soften and to say how much he loved her. 

by RATON (c)