Christmas comes to town … ready or not here I come

Woke up in the early hours unable to go back to sleep, so got up and pottered around.  By 10am felt exhausted so sought the comfort of the bed again.  No sooner had my head hit the pillow, the blare of Santa Claus is coming to town is blasting its way up the balcony through the closed bedroom windows, from the direction of the party loving Filipino family opposite.  Why should I be surprised?  It is Christmas Day after all and they are Catholics.  But this is not the main reason.  They don’t need a reason to throw a party; every Sunday which is every Filipino worker’s day off in Hong Kong, extended family and friends gather in their large courtyard to break bread and catch up.  The matriarchs are firmly in charge of catering and the young glued to their mobiles but it is cool, at least the family are together.

They do make a hell of a noise clearly letting their hair down on their one day off, who can blame them.  I honestly don’t mind, it is actually cheering and affirming that people are loving life and living it to the full.  Santa Claus is coming to town was followed closely by Rudolf the red nosed reindeer.  I was half expecting White Christmas to come on next but alas was disappointed.

Sleep was out of the question so I decided if you can’t beat them join them and proceeded to the balcony to boogie away to more jolly festive tracks.  Then the man of the house spotted me and insisted I come join the party.  Well it would be rude not to and I know for a fact they do a good spread.  The wife is an excellent cook, I smell the delicious aroma every evening; now is my chance to sample the delights.

After making small talk and having tried all the delicious dishes it was time to make a quick exit.  Peace at last?  No chance.  The party was now in full swing followed by the DIY loving landlord making an appearance, yes, even on Christmas Day, he is seriously addicted or just has no life or desperate to get away from the wife or all of the above and thus the drilling begins.  The music and drilling are going head to head as to which would create the most decibels, I would say at the moment there isn’t much in it.

And there was I thinking I’d give Christmas a miss this year and have a quiet day to myself.  Plans are for fools.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on chowanyau@wordpress.com. Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on December 25, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans! Merry Christmas.

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