Every
Christmas and every New Year’s Eve, Mr. K was waiting for kids to sing for him
Christmas carol. This was his only happiness through the year: to hear the boys
singing for him! Through the eyes of the children he can see his face! It
reminds him when he was a young kid and he sing Christmas carol, and after he
was counting the money and run to a nearest shop to by himself a toy!
Mr. K was
very poor since was a child, and toys was something he never had. He always
looked at other children as they play with their toys, and he was dream that he
could do the same.
Now Mr. K
is an old man. He finally made a lot of money in his life, but this was his
only achievement. He never get married, he spent his whole life alone. He had
some ephemeral relationships with women, but no one of them was the special
one. Maybe that was ment to be, maybe
that was what God wanted, who knows?
Mr. K has
donated all of his belongings to a children institutions. He kept for himself
only a detached house and some money just for the expenses of the day. And from
this money, he put away some for the kids in Christmas.
Kids knew
that Mr. K gave them a lot of money, and every year his house was surrounding
for their voices and songs. So was this year, Mr. K looked forward for this
day. He woke up too early waiting for kids to sing Christmas carol for him, to
stuff his house, to stuff his heart.
He can
listened the kids singing from far. In a few minutes they will be outside his
house! Kid’s voices was loud now! In a minute he will hear the bell ringing! He
was so happy, that he went beside the door waiting for them!
But sadly,
the kid’s voices now sounds far away! No kid rings his bell! They pass his
house and went to another near his. Mr. K was mystified, but he thought that
maybe this kids doesn’t know him, moreover his house was looking abandoned.
After a minute, he heard others kids voices. He opened the curtain a bit, and saw familiar kids. Now
he was happy! With this was a new boy, a boy that Mr. K never saw before. He
heard the other kids called him “K”! this boy has the same name with him!
Without knowing why, he liked this boy a lot!
Sadly, no
one of this kids ring his bell! They pass his house and went to another!
Actually, no kid rings his bell through the day! He was listening kid’s voices,
but no one stopped at his house!
Mr. K sat
slowly in his chair. He was very depressed! He could not understand why this
thing happened! “Anyway, I will wait for a few days more. Maybe at the end of
the year kids will remember me, and I’ll give them the money for Christmas
also” he thought, even if he didn’t believe it at all.
The days
passed slowly. Now it’s the last day of the year. Mr. K has woken up early, he
is waiting for kids to sing for him New years eve carol.
He heard
again kids singing, he saw them again to pass his house. No kid has stopped, no
kid sing for him! It’s night, Mr. K is
sitting alone in his house. In a few minutes he will welcome new year alone!
Alone, without a kid sing a carol for him! Not now, not in Christmas! He’s so
sad, and wants to cry. He decides not to wait until midnight, snatch his coat
and goes out. He feels the cold air, it looks different now, maybe because he
was staying inside his home for the last 10 days. But everything is look
different, everything looked pale. Even the colours were only black and white!
As he was
walking he saw a man walking fast towards him. He was wearing a costume with a
hat and gloves.
Mr. K said
to him “merry Chrismas sir!” but he didn’t get a response! The man passes him
without even looked at him!
The same
thing happened with the second man he saw and also with the third! Mr. K didn’t
know what to think. He was sad again.
As he was
walking slowly back to his house, his eyes looked something outside a funeral
office.
He saw his
name! Yes, Mr. K has died 10 days ago! That’s why everything felt different now!
That’s why no kid stopped again in his house! That’s why he never heard Christmas
carol!
Every
Christmas kids passes outside his home without stopping. Every Christmas Mr. K
wears his coat and walks the same route. No one sees him, no one talks to him!
Mr. K knows that, but –somehow- he hopes that maybe one day someone will talk
to him, to tell him just “merry Christmas sir!”
These days
and this route are Mr. K Heaven and Hell.
