The Apfent - A little Christmas story
The Apfent is the most beautiful time of winter.
Most people have a flu in the winter. This is a fever.
We also have one, but the writing is light and siw with K.
Three weeks before the Christmas presents come to papa's crib in the living room and my little sister and me can help.
Many cribs are boring, but ours not because we have great characters in it murder. I once to Joseph, and the Christmas on the stove in order to have it nice and warm, and it was too hot. This Christmas has become black and Josef has torn to nothing but rubble. A foot of it is to fly in the Platzlteig and it was not a pretty sight. My mom scolded me and said that not even the saints are safe from my stupidity.
If Mary standing around without a husband and without children, it does not look good. But I thank God many figures in my toy box and Joseph is now the Donald Duck. As Christmas I wanted to take the Asterix, because that is the only one so small that he could fit into the trough. As my mom said, but one can not Asterix hernehmen as Christmas, since Christmas is the burnt even better. Although it is black, but at least one Christmas.
Behind the Christmas Two Oxen, a donkey, a hippo and a brontosaurus. The hippopotamus and the brontosaurus had placed me, because the ox and the donkey were too boring.
To the left of the barn just come, therefore, the three kings.
A king is the father in the last Apfent fallen while cleaning and was Added by point. Now we only have two holy kings, and a holy Batman as a replacement.
Normal, the Magi a pile of stuff for Christmas here, namely gold, frankincense and purée or something like that.
From our rather have a gold one Kaugummipapierl here, which is also bright and shiny. The other has a Marlboro in hand, because such have no incense. But the Marlboro smoke also nice if they ignite. Saint Batman has a gun here. While this is not a gift for Christmas, but that he can protect it before the dinosaurs.
Behind the three saints are a couple of red-skinned Indians and a kasiger angel. The angel has a broken foot, so we put him on a motorcycle, so it is easier to do. With the motorcycle he can drive if he's not flying.
The right of the control we have placed a Red Riding Hood. It has a pizza and three of wheat for the grandmother it. A wolf, we have not, therefore Lurt behind the tree out as a replacement Bummerl Wolf.
More is not in our crib, but it's full. In the evening we switch on the lights and then our manger so beautiful. We sit around and sing songs from Apfent. Some liked it but most are to me Luserte.
My grandfather taught me a poem by Apfent and Gehr this:
"Apfent, Apfent, the Bärwurz (schnapps) is burning. oan first drink, then Oktoberfest, three, four, then with de hauts deim brain at d `door." Although this poem is quite beautiful, the mother said that I can not remember.
In Apfent is also a hobby. We have a big bowl of nuts and a little gold dust. In it, we roll the nuts are golden to them, that it is later to the Christmas tree. We must not breathe down because of the gold dust is Added by light and flies around, if you hinschnauft. Once I had previously put into it in the gold dust, sneezing powder and as my father, the first nut has wallowed in it, he took a sneeze, that it has torn him, and gold of his face and the nut was not. Mama scolded him because he has no control and they said he is in itself stupid than one child. My father was quite repugnant, and he has not mitgetan. He has said that the gold dust is something wrong and mom has said that at most there is something wrong with him. I was very happy because it was overall a fun Apfentsabend.
Just before Christmas, we must review our options. My sister's wishes usually dolls or some other club. I write more things on precaution and finally I write the Christmas, it is easy to buy as much out of money. My mom says this is an outrage and eventually gives me the Christmas anything more because I am not modest. But until now I've always got something. When I grow up and earn a money, I buy myself something and I'm not at all modest. Then, the Christmas annoy me out, because then I do not care.
Until one is looking past the Apfent and Christmas too, and the year is gone. The presents are unwrapped and you get to Easter, nothing more, than when you first birthday.
But one thing is gwies: the Apfent returns.
The story apparently comes from Bavaria
