Christmas morning was lovely. The gentle harmattan breeze swayed the trees, mingling with the aroma of chicken stew wafting up from kitchens in the neighbourhood.Voices were rising and falling. “Ekeresimesi oma nu o! Merry Christmas!” They chanted in high spirits. Christmas jingles blared from the radio. From the bedroom, Chiaka overheard the voices of women chatting with her mother-in-law.
“Is Kemji up, yet?” they asked almost simultaneously.
“No,” Adaku replied.
“Please, wake him; tell him we are here for our share of the goodies he gave out yesterday,” one said, jokingly.
“I know your sons came home with some goodies too,” Adaku teased them .
Chiaka eavesdropped. The visitors seemed to be engrossed with only Kemji. None spoke without mentioning
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At the entrance, she stumbled on Uzoma’s glowering eyes. It was quite unusual for him to stare at her with such hate. Anxious for what might be the cause, she asked, “Papa, did you send for me?”
“Yes, how come you deny me the portion of meat that is due to me?”
Chiaka raised quizzical eyebrows, her eyes wandered from angry Uzoma, to the rice, and the melon sauce ― chicken Indiana, and back to him. “I … I don’t understand.”
“You slaughtered a fowl, with which you cooked this soup, did you not?”
“I did.”
“Where are the thighs ― or has it none?”
“They are in the pot.”
“What about the gizzard? I want it on my plate now, osiso!”
A tense pause.
“I … the gizzard, I … dished it out to Kemji,” she was stumbling over her uncoordinated words. Uzoma’s eyeballs rolled in their sockets like they did whenever he was furious. His rightful portion of meat had been given to his son.
“Is Kemji blind?” he asked.
“It’s simply my fault, Papa,” she said in defense of her husband. “I thought you would like the other fleshy parts.”
“Of course, I did. Don’t you have traditions where you come from? Do you give to children what belong to their fathers?”
She was speechless.
“I ask you!” Uzoma bellowed at her, making her
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The narrator foretells of how the Whos will wake to their yearly Christmas routine of getting up early and rushing for toys. The narrator also claims, “Oh the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
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First, the ghost of Christmas Past visits him. They go to see his past. They went to see his young self. He was a lonely boy, neglected by his friends.
He is glad to be awake at this time because he wants to confront the Spirit. He begins to tremble when time goes by and the Spirit doesn’t make an appearance. After a little bit a bright light begins to stream down upon him. Curious and a bit surprised he makes his way into the other room. The Spirit Of Christmas Present was welcoming and friendly, just like most of the people in the present that he soon saw.
2 days before the Eve of Christmas, Mrs. Johnson pulled a fresh baked pan of chocolate chip cookies out of the large stainless-steel oven located in the expansive marble kitchen. Without knowing it, this moment changed Odysseus Oreo’s life forever. While Mrs. Johnson cooled and stacked the cookies in a red tupperware container in the kitchen, the abundance of food in the large, walk-in pantry were getting ready for an exciting Christmas. “3 days until Christmas!” exclaimed Becka the baby oreo. “I hope I get lots of presents!”
It was a few weeks before Christmas and were decorating the Christmas tree. Picking out a silver rattle from the box of decorations, I read the engraving “For Lily’s first Christmas. Love, Mimi”. I quickly tried to hide the ornament but my mother saw. “Lily what’s that one?”
Papa sighed. The way he said ‘British’ was enough to know that he had had enough of them. Now, everyone was finally gathered around the dinner table. Papa wanted to share something.
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