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Having Joy... Little Sherry had just turned four and she considered that to be quite big indeed. Big enough to play with her elder brother Sam who considered her a pest. Unlike 15-year-old Sam, Sherry’s Christmas meant Santa’s gifts. After all, she was too young to spend the occasion with her equally tiny friends. So while Sam was allowed to party whole night on Christmas eve, little Sherry would count the hours before she would wake up on Christmas morning to check out the treasures bestowed on her. She was yet to understand the true meaning of the festival, little that she was, but was still enchanted by its magic. Her innocent excitement every time she unwrapped Santa’s gifts was a great gift to her parents and her brother, reminding them of heir own childhood. That year Sherry received a rather unusual Christmas present. Not too impressed with the dolls and crayons, which she already had in plenty, the most prized gift for her that Christmas eve was a giant bubble-maker. It was not anything fancy. She had yearned for one of her own ever since she had seen that man blow bubbles at the fest grounds during Spring festival. Sherry’s bubble-maker was a simple pink toy. The label on the box promised large shiny bubbles. Bubbles large enough to swallow wide-eyed four-year-olds. Sherry couldn’t wait to show it off to her bro Sam. She was sure that Sam too would love it. And Sam did not disappoint her. For a change, Sam decided to indulge his sister as it was Christmas day. Both Sherry and Sam were excited about trying it out. Sam read the instruction booklet the whole morning while Sherry played with some of her other new toys. Whoever had invented the bubble-maker had tried all types of detergents for creating bubbles and discovered that a certain detergent called Joy would create the biggest bubbles. Sam realised he would have to buy some. In the late afternoon, Sam was awakened by Sherry’s cries in the house. Sherry was up and running about the house trying to help their mum decorate the house. Christmas Day festivities would soon begin. Sam went towards the kitchen for a mug of coffee. In the hallway, Sherry bumped against him. She was breathless. “Sammy, I was going to your room, but mum asked me to let you sleep?” she said. The bubble- maker was clutched tight in her chubby little hand. Her face glowed with the magic of Christmas. Her eyes were shining with excitement, and she asked, “Sammy, can we make the bubbles now?” Sam sighed heavily and looked towards the window. He had to make preparations for the party tonight. He had to iron his sweatshirt and new pair of jeans. He looked towards the kitchen. His mum was busy with the pudding and pie. And in the master bedroom, dad was getting his suit ready for church that night. “Sherry, not now. May be later. I am groggy and I need some coffee. Morever, I have a party tonight,” said Sam, his voice a little annoyed. Sherry’s smile fell away. And the sight of that hit Sam hard. He had burst the little one’s Christmas bubble. He had been too concerned about his own selfish problem. The tiny tears, which had formed at the corner of her eyes, broke Sam’s heart a little. But Sam was not four year’s old. He was a grown-up. He could fix this with his brains and wit. He knew that they did not have that particular brand of bubble-making detergent in the house. Without upsetting her further, he coolly laid the blame on the absent detergent. “Besides Sherry, you need to have Joy,” he said. The strange look on Sherry’s face scared Sam. What if she started crying? That would upset everyone. But, hang on! Sherry’s eyes lit up. In less than an instant, Sherry solved her brother’s small problem with a wonderful truth. “O! Sammy,” she yelled, with all the enthusiasm and Christmas excitement she could possibly communicate, “I do have Joy, lots of it!” Sam couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He ran down the stairs, into the lawn and drove as quickly as he could to the departmental store in the locality for his Joy. After all, Sherry had hers. The entire family was out on the front lawn, creating gigantic, shiny orbs – each one filled with Joy and shimmering in the bright Christmas sun. And Sherry and Sam led the pack. Both had the most wonderful Christmas! |
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