Mama had said I’d be taking a role in the play at the church!!!!! Yeeeeyyyyyy! I know I’ve not known the first about drama but she says I’m quite dramatic. Big grin! You know what’s more? Granddaddy thinks true too and now I’d be my own super star! Happy feet!
I went for the auditions and my goodness! They kept rolling in; youngs like me whose parents say are super stars too. This one has always caused me wonder. Nobody’s Mama wants him to be only a star or not at all, they all want the super. I would like to be just a star if Mama would let me. I’d be the only without a ‘super’ and then I’d be my own model. That would really be cool right? Right!
Ms Sarah opted for directing. She says she has been in the movies since she was a kid. I really don’t know what truth is in it but I know she’s drama. Great drama. She says we’d be acting The 12 Days of Christmas. She says 12 is all the days of Christmas but Mama gives me presents only on the 25. I don’t think I would ever understand these women, they seem to always not agree. Jodie and Joda would never want me to know too. Anyway I just want presents for Christmas.
Ms Sarah says we’d need plenty of Love, Hens and Doves, Trees and Birds, Rings and Geese, Swans and Maids, Ladies and Lords, Pipers and Drums. She says we’d have a Creed that belongs to an Apostle, the boys in white- many of them, two large woods with inscriptions, a basket of fruits with names on the them, girls with beautiful attitudes, the gifts that were holy and some creatures carved, a white scroll that has all of the instructions, the saving songs, the three best friends, the two texts, a cross, and Chris, the most beautiful boy in the Chapel. He’s to be one true love. Ms Sarah would not give a role yet. She says I have one put away just for me because I’m special. Maybe I’m the most special in the block. Mama would not yet buy me costumes. She says I must have my special role first.
Mama had murdered two lives. Ms Sarah says anyone who kills would be judged by Biggest Daddy but Mama doesn’t seem to mind. I’d have to be sorry to Biggest Daddy for her. That way, biggest daddy will see me cry to Him and love my mama again. She said she’d feed me with them anyway. Granddaddy says my body is only a house for my spirit. He says my spirit looks just like I look in the mirror and my face is not really me. He says my inside has another place it would be that is home. It’s where I’d be when I go to be with big daddy and Biggest Daddy in the skies and my reflection would be given to the ground so it would live long then my spirit would be in the skies. He says it might hurt. Animals die too because they live. Mama killed the two grand hens today and she would not say if they had spirits or whether they’d be in the skies with Biggest Daddy. I hope they rest in peace and forgive my mama for hurting them.
Uncle’s boys will scream the roofs down and block all of our tympanic membranes. We need help!!! There are all candies and cakes I think I’m going to be in the convenience until the 12th Christmas night. There are the reds and greens up high and all around, my eyes may suffer a brain concussion from the many colours. The smaller women wouldn’t stop giggling; I wonder what tickles them so much. Papa hasn’t said much. He’s just been smiling away. He’s definitely happy with his woman. Toke has smiled again. She’s not saying she loves me but I know she does. Then there’s this guy that wouldn’t stop staring…
Ms Sarah would come over to give my special role…
…I’d be always by her side holding all the expensives. She says it’s my unique role, just for me. She calls it ‘extra’. Whatever it is, my heart’s voice keeps singing and dancing around like it would be out for a concert. I know I’m happy it’s Christmas but I think the too much red has gotten into my skins, I’m all blushed pink!
Oh well, it’s Christmas…the mass in Christ!