Today's challenge breaks one of the Cardinal Rules of Writing - we were asked to write a story with LOTS of repetition in it. We were also invited to add a poetic slant but, what with shopping, cooking and gardening to do, the title of my piece will have to suffice. I am sure every parent out there will relate to this story.
JINGLE BELLS
‘Jingle
bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!’
Jingle
Bells is not my favourite Christmas song at the best of times, but Jingle Bells
at five in the morning is taking the piss. I yelled ‘Shut up!’ and the noise
stopped – for about five minutes. I was just dropping off to sleep when I heard
Jake start up singing Jingle Bells again, in what he fondly considers a
whisper, so I gave up and went downstairs to make a cup of tea.
I’m a
dreadful parent, I know. Jingle Bells is the song Jake is learning for the
school concert, but I’ve listened to him sing Jingle Bells in the car on the
school run for a fortnight, and teatime has been accompanied by the musical
rendition of Jingle Bells. To be honest, Jake hasn’t got the tune of Jingle
Bells quite right, and when he sings ‘Jingle bells’ at full volume, Mrs Smith
from next door bangs on the wall.
The
moment the concert is over I am going to ban Jingle Bells for the rest of the
festive season, even if I have to throw Jake out into the snow – or at least
send him round to his Nan, who I am sure would delight in hearing him sing
Jingle Bells ad nauseam.
The bells, the bells...
ReplyDeleteLove it, Lizy.
Thanks Helen!
DeleteAnd he whispered the song, so that he could keep sing it. Precious.
ReplyDeleteIn a way, but still irritating!
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