NEW YEAR'S CORNER
Laura Devetach
If the neighborhood had a toy, that was the pot grandmother. Black, paunchy, incredible, hanging from a rope tied with a paradise.
The grandmother lived on the corner, next to of wasteland. And kids are rocking in the pot,
penetrated in her belly and mysterious journeys carried out swinging on the branch. But things went very well at that time. The money was worth so very little, if he fell off a coin, people who had work or stooped to pick it up.
Yes, people who have a job. Because many people had nowhere to work, Christmas had come quite wrinkled and sad, with little to celebrate.
Chabela and his brothers had no gifts. Neither Betty nor the twins, or just about anyone. Laurita and Gusti were a little better because, like their parents did have work done bleeding to invite a few neighbors and they got the red slippers that could even fly.
But the New Year painted black.
New Year To Chabela never had a lot of grace because it was a party without gifts. But Laurie said it was fun.
Sometimes the bigger it got rather sad year for those things that goes away and the next year and that back in green things were better and so on.
But the nights are gilded with fireworks and confetti and skirts had danced in the air. Gusti not understand why no New Year gifts. And walked demanding and, until recently, the very self Lord had got a extra little car.
But this time, or dreaming.
Worse, this time walking around so cloudy that the houses had to eat.
Chabela, Laurita and Gusti had already made its findings ppor the block. Doña Celia had noodles. Grandma, cabbage. The Gutierrez, onions and noodles. And so, more noodles, noodles least until they learned that the seven brothers Perez had two soup and bread cubes.
That afternoon was very active boys.
Chabela spoke with Laura, Laurita Gusti sent him and sent him to Pecheco Gusti, who said yes although not well understood because the thing was two years old. They fought and befriended with Raul, Susan, Herman, Gustavo, twins Mary and Joseph.
came and went making the good girl, shutting his eyes when someone asked them what they were doing and, above all, disappearing for good times and good eating so challenges.
On the evening is put together a big mess on the block. In each house missing noodles, cabbage, onions and etcetera. Women came and went with his arms up. And the men looked up with his arms down. What a thing!
People went to the pantry of Mrs. Nely to buy, "Listed" other noodles. But Mrs. Nely found that it lacked some tin cans.
And all so, like ants before the rain, when someone shouted:
- Fire in the wasteland! Look at the smoke!
And there they were running.
What did they see?
In the dark of night last year, a fire dancing crazy. And on the fire, as a very rare jewel, Grandma's pot sparkling and singing with a belly full of stuff cut which gave off a very good smell. Everything is gilded
happily in the cracking of oil, and the boys, blackened, apple color, color nervous, scrambling, cut, divided, panting, in a strange dance of fire.
All looked quiet. Those with the arms up and down the arms they had got them down right at the height where it rolls a tear. But they did not stop a lot. Had to go set the table. A table made of many tables. A very long table, right at the corner of the New Year.
Santa Claus: 