Christmas is the time of horror. At the latest when Aunt Trudi and Uncle Hans are philosophizing about God and the world again at the party and about all the food and stuffloosewhen full of drunkenness is really bad again, one wishes to be in a better place. So why not harden yourself for what will happen in the holy days?
For this reason, dear friends of the Night Gruft, we want to contribute to the Christmas horror with a small advent calendar and present you a special Christmas treat every day between 6 and 7 a.m. Open a window each day on your Advent Calendar from the Crypt
The saying for today:
The Christmas ball adorns enormously; also in the antlers - and right at the front.
For today's December 11th there is a rather nasty Christmas story:
At the end of last week, I was rushing through town to do some overdue shopping. Quite stressed out at that moment, I thought about the Christmas season with little friendliness. It was dark, cold and damp in the parking garage when I heaved into my car all the expensive useless items that are given away for Christmas. I was missing a receipt that I might need later. Cursing softly, I made my way to the mall again. All the way back I searched the damp sidewalk for the lost receipt.
Then I heard faint sobs. The crying came from a poorly dressed boy about 12 years old. He was short and skinny, and he had no coat. His ragged flannel shirt barely protected him from the cold of the night.
Strangely enough, however, he was holding a hundred-euro note. I assumed he had lost his parents and asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story. He spoke of his large family. He had three brothers and 4 sisters. His father had died when he was nine. His mother had no training and worked as an unskilled worker in two full-time jobs. Nevertheless, she did not earn enough to support her large family.
Nevertheless, she kept siphoning off something and finally managed to set aside two hundred euros for the children's Christmas presents. His mother dropped him off here on the way to her second job. He was supposed to use the money to buy presents for the siblings until there was just enough left for the bus home. He had just entered the
Department store when a taller boy grabbed one of his hundreds and disappeared into the night.“Why didn’t you call for help immediately?” I asked.
The boy said “I did.”
“And no one came to help you?” I wondered.
The trembling boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.
“How did you scream?” I wanted to know. With desperation in his deep-set, empty eyes, the thin boy looked up at me and his thin voice whispered: "Help, help me!"
And it was clear to me that absolutely no one could have heard the poor, freezing boy's soft cry for help. So I grabbed the other hundred and ran as fast as I could to my car.
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