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Oh Carol! pt. 2
Part 1 here.
Two kids clung onto the same 15-minute trip I took homebound. Their other hands rocked their improvised rattles of flattened soda crowns as they sang their favorite Christmas song I presumed.
Their carolling continued, expecting someone would hand some alms, but nobody dared to care and share for early Christmas gifts. The two brats just went on with their rattling and singing to tunes I tried not to decipher. But I was so intrigue I involuntarily focused my hearing to them as if I was in a contest of Name-That-Tune.
I could have burst into laughter the moment I found out what they had been singing. The other fellow sang the famous “Christmas in Our Hearts”, and the other one, “Narda by Kamikazee.”
“Awit na nananawagan, baka sakaling may pakikinggan…”
Oh, Carol!
It’s nice to start the late morning over a cup of vanilla-flavored coffee while I toweled myself to dry and checking for new text messages. I got a Sunday feeling on a Thursday because of Mandaue Charter, which made it a no-work-no-pay to my subordinates. Too bad!
Then there was a guitar intro like some soundtrack for a next movie scene. I knew Christmas would start as early as September. But this guitarist sans opportunist couldn’t wait until Saturday. Not a later, he then begged for some donation after a few random strokes on his stringed instrument that created a unique melody an amateur musician would appreciate. He waited for some grace and he kept on yelling and knocking the door with his plucking while I kept on texting my friend who was in the office doing some free overtime work. Because nobody in the apartment dared to get to the doorstep, the “beggar” left empty-handed with “strings attached”.
Unsurprisingly, Christmas is a not a new season for this kind of modus operande…
