Dead Or Alive

Boom!

A firecracker goes off under my bed as I’m talking to the SO. I shouted and swore hellfire and brimstone to two stupid looking half-naked guys. My two unwashed younger brothers were doing their darnedest to distract me from cozying up to the SO over the phone. It’s a good thing it’s in the middle of the day that somebody decided to bring piccolos inside the house. I am already contemplating what time I should be waking them up tomorrow. Waking them up with a bang! Should be a great idea.

Two years ago, bringing firecrackers inside the house or even monkeying around wouldn’t have been possible. The queen of the family has been battling a host of diseases and we have to be as quiet as possible not wishing to cause any ruckus which might irritate mother. She’s gone now, and while we feel so sad that we cannot share christmas with her, I’m sure she’s on everyone’s mind whenever we make a mess of our house.

Hmm, okay that’s a downer, but it’s christmas and this is the time when we should be sharing the merry season with everyone we love, dead or alive.