THE HUNTING CHRISTMAS

"Like the fall of snow from the sky So our heart leaps for joy so high At the sight of a merry star bringing seasonal joy Oh!, Every child will soon receive toy with a loud cry of Christmas joy!" Oh Gush!. My house was humming with different type of activities. I saw mom trying to check on our freezer to make sure everything she bought from the grocery was intact. And daddy was busy making calls, trying to reach out to friends for invitation!!!.. And Oh Geee. my little sister was jumping up and down , singing a Christmas song my mom taught her. Her tiny voice was competing with the noise of different activities going round the house. It was Christmas Eve!!! And everyone was extremely happy and looking forward to Christmas Eve!, Everyone except huh me!!!.... Well I guess you maybe Asking WHY??? Because, I don't see anything good in celebrating Christmas!!!. Like what is the joy in singing "silent night" when all I can see is everyone busy preparing for Christmas!!!. Can that be call 'silent night' or lousy night!... Nothing interest me with anything relating to Christmas!, I believe it's just a normal celebration like Thanksgiving service, just that Christmas is being exaggerated by decorations of the house with lights and Christmas clothes!. There is Nothing attractive about Christmas, Not even the gifts!!!. You may call me all kind of names like "Joy killer". I don't care!... I have been called all sorts of names like the weirdest boy in Capetown!. I just hate the atmosphere of Christmas, Because I don't see anything special about it!!!. My mind went to the account of last Christmas celebration. I remember how I landed in trouble in school just because I speak out my mind in the Christmas carol program. My Aunty gave me a role to play in my class representation which was to read out a piece of poem about the joy of Christmas offhand to the audience. Huh!, To cut the story short, I ended up reading what my heart wanted . Those words kept echoing down the hall as everyone including my parents got the shock of their lives! There is a period I so much detest a season of joy over exaggerating and a time people joyfully attest Unrealistic expectations and wishes!... huh I don't like that season! it's called Christmas! I remember the blasting that my parents gave me that day!... that was how I also got the name the weirdest boy in Capetown high school " Chris!" Mom called, jerking me out of my thought. " Yes Mom" I replied rolling my eyes at the sight of her Christmas cap. Gush you looked like Santa Claus... That old man displayed for children excitement during the Chrismas . That old man looked like the devil himself.. " Today, dad and I will be taking you with Karen to see Santa Claus" she said joyfully I heard Karen jumping up in excitement, I rolled my eyes and said " I am not going mom!" And that rocked the atmosphere!, Everyone paused in shock. Even dad was taken aback. Trying to sweeten the situation, Mom asked " Why honey?, Won't you like to meet the lovely santa Claus" she paused and add " It's gonna be fun!" But I shook my head and replied " Maybe for Karen!, Not for me, I'm not going" Everyone was staring at me with funny expressions, gush I hate all these! Why are they looking as if I committed murder!. daddy finally spoke up, " Come on, you gonna enjoy it" but still nothing can make me change my mind " No, I don't want to go" I whispered Everywhere was now silent just because I don't want to go and see Santa Claus!.. Why can't they just leave me alone. Then I heard Karen sniffing, oh no. She was crying Oh God! I hate seeing my little sister in tears, see what Christmas has caused again. Karen Walked towards me with her toy, tapped me and whispered " Chris, Please come with me" she plead with a tiny sweet voice For a second, I almost agreed but the hatred came back rushing like Adrelina in my mind. But I shouted " No!!!" scaring the living day light out of little Karen... I ran into my room slamming the door! I could hear Karen crying out loud while mummy try consoling her. A tear dropped from my eyes And I quickly wiped it off. I walked slowly to my reading table and jolted my mind on my diary. Dear Christmas, I don't know why everybody is obsessed about you?. I know no one is ready to give me a reasonable answer not even you!. I just want you to know that I hate you so much! I detest your season! The weirdest boy in Capetown, CHRIS. I stared at my note and whispered! "What a bad eventide!"