Thursday, 4 June 2009
01:36:42 AM (GMT)
Kirti's Mind Theater presents- a The Little Orphan Christmas! From Naono's
point of view (age eight.)
Christmas. A happy time.
Time for families to become closer. To love your fellow humans. A time of
giving. A time when heartless, selfish consumerism takes hold of New York City; when
many a kind looking mother would drop coins in donation collection boxes before going
into a toy store to jumping tackle another woman for the last Tickle-Me-Elmo. When
thousands of the same creatures that looked on in the barn as Jesus was born-in a
rush of blood and frenzied screaming-are slautered for the preparation of many
thoughtful, home made feasts.
Honestly, how am I supposed to like a holiday like that? I mean, depending on
how I look at it I'm bound to become consumed with jealousy, become so cynical that I
throw off potential parents, or fill myself with unrealistic hopes that I'll get
adopted this year. Already things are looking pretty bleek; I had to get these giant
glasses that make me look less boyish and cute, and Mana learned how to play "Silent
Night" on her flute. I can't compete with that raw talent. But this year I have a
Naono decended the steps to of the orphanage and looked up. Snow was falling
thick and fast- In weather like that, even stubborn New Yorkers would be nervous
about driving. Perfect. This was the first Christmas that Naono was considered old
enough to go walking in the city alone- his Birthday last week had passed without
remark, which was disappointing, but he would still reap the benefits of his age.
The days when he had gone hungry during lunch to save his money had
prepared him for this snowy day, when hopefully the stores would be a bit emptier.
This year Naono would buy presents for the new couples that always showed up at
Christmas, hoping to "complete their happy family" over the holiday, so that he could
make a good impression on them. Naono felt his spirits lift with each breath of cold,
clean, snowy air. Naono liked winter. The snow was cold and refreshing, and without
any humidity there was hardly any smog. Though looking up at the swirling drifts
coming towards him made him dizzy, Naono stared at the sky, satisfide to see that it
was so filled with clouds that it didn't look that unhealthy grey-blue color that was
visable in summer.
He puffed out his stinging cheeks in annoyance at the thought of summer. All hot
and sweaty, with smog everywhere, and kids in the orphanage spread out to play on the
steps, "yard" (which was about three feet wide), sidewalk, and the two stories of the
orphanage itself. When everyone was in differnt places, it was harder for Naono to
find a way to join their games. It was also less likely that Naono would be in the
same place potential parents were.
Bells sounded cheerily as Naono entered the dollarstore. It was clean, well
stocked, and corporate. Some employee, likely in pursuit of a more generous holiday
bonus, had tried to string christmas lights on the walls, and even went as far as
attaching paper snowmen to them. Naono smiled, for he liked snowmen. He'd never been
able to build one, because by the time anyone bothered to tell him it had snowed the
plows had already passed by a few times, and the only snow left in the yard was grey.
Naono endulged a fantasy of himself completing a snowman outside the Orphanage,
before a man tapped him on the shoulder. 'That's a fine looking snowman.' The
man would say, and then-
"Can I help you?" "Oh!" Naono swarved to aviod walking into the employee, and
nearly knocked over a display of Santas Elf dolls. In in effort not to spend his
money paying for broken merchandise, he shifted all his weight back away from the
display without thinking. He landed on his butt, and banged his head against the
shins of the startled employee.
Oh... Please don't let her kick me out...
Being raised in an orphanage had made Naono learn some harsh lessons about adults- if
they didn't pity you, they punished you.
"Oouch..." Naono growned. He squinted as if in more pain then he was as he looked up
at the worker. She was a rather pretty, though acne faced girl, with light blonde
hair pulled into a pony tail that stuck out the back of her santa hat. "I'm really
sorry..." He said, starting to push himself up. Already his eyes were darting around
the store. He had to buy something quickly, then leave. There was another dollarstore
down the block, he could finish there...
"No, it was my fault!! Are you okay?!" She asked. This over concern alarmed
Naono. If he had overdone the "I'm hurt" act too much then she would ask where his
parents were. He brushed the melting snow off his coat and pushed his glasses up his
"I'm okay, thanks." In a rush, he snagged a roll of wrapping paper near the
door. "Just this please."
Wow that was long. I can just tell nobody is going to read all of that. I was just
thinking "Wow Krebain is evil. What was he like as a kid?! How can anyoen grow up to
be so mean?"
Well, he was probably disatisfide with his surroundings, felt unloved, saw a certain
neccesity in manipulating those around him... (The list went on)
Hey! I thought. Maybe Naono was like that as a kid. and poof, this Kirti's Mind
Theater was born.