The Apfent - A little Christmas story
The Apfent is the best time of the winter.
Most people have a flu in the winter. Which is accompanied by fever.
We also have one, but the writing is light and siw with K.
Three weeks before the Christmas is coming over to dad's crib in the living room and my little sister and I can help.
Many cribs are boring, but ours is not because we have mords great characters in it. I've been known to Joseph and the Christmas on the stove so they have it nice and warm and it was too hot for them. This Christmas has turned black and it has torn Joseph to loud debris. A foot of it is to fly into the Platzlteig and it was not a pretty sight. My mom scolded me and said that not even the saints are secure from my stupidity.
If Mary stands around without a husband and without children, it does not look good. But thank God I have many characters in my toy box and Joseph is now the Donald Duck. Christmas as I wanted to take the asterisk, because that is the only one so small that it would fit into the trough. As my mom said, but you can not Asterix hernehmen than Christmas, since Christmas is the burnt better. While it is black, but at least one Christmas.
Behind the Christmas Two Oxen, a donkey, a hippopotamus and a brontosaurus. The hippo and the brontosaurus, I've put into it, because the ox and the ass were too boring.
Left of the barn are just so the Magi.
A king is the father in the last Apfent dropped while cleaning and was Dodal out. Now we only have two sacred kings and holy Batman as a replacement.
Normally have the Magi a bunch of stuff for Christmas here, namely gold, frankincense and puree or something like that.
Instead of ours has a gold one Kaugummipapierl here, which is also bright and shiny. The other has a Marlboro in his hand, because such have no incense. But the Marlboro smokes too nice when it ignites. The Holy Batman has a gun there. This is not a gift for Christmas, but that he can protect it before the dinosaurs.
Behind the three saints are a few red-skinned Indians and a KASIG angel. The angel is a broken foot, so we put him on a motorcycle, so it is easier to do. With the bike ride he may, if he's not flying.
Right next to the parking we have placed a Little Red Riding Hood. She has a pizza and three wheat for grandma there. A wolf, we have not, therefore Lurt behind the tree a Bummerl forth as a substitute wolf.
More is not in our crib, but it's full. At night we turn on the lights and then our first really nice crib. We sit around and sing songs from Apfent. Some liked it but most of me Luserte.
My grandfather taught me a poem by Apfent and gehr like this:
"Apfent, Apfent, the Bärwurz (liquor) burning. Oan only drink, then zwoa, three, four, then with de hauts deim brain to d'door. "Although this poem is quite beautiful, the mom said that I can not remember it.
In Apfent is also getting creative. We have a big bowl full of nuts and a little gold dust. In it we toss the nuts are golden to them, it depends on the Christmas later in the Christmas tree. One should not be panting because the gold dust is light and flies around Dodal when hinschnauft. Once I had previously done in the gold dust into a sneezing powder and like my father, the first nut has rolled in it, he took a sneeze, it has torn him and golden, and his face was not the nut. Mom has scolded him because he has no control and they said he does not in itself dumber than a child. My father was quite contrary, and he has not mitgetan. He said that with the gold dust there is something wrong, and mom said that at most there is something wrong with him. I was very pleased because it was overall a fun Apfentsabend.
Just before Christmas, we must write our wish list. My sister wants mostly dolls or any other club. I writing prudent more stuff to and finally writing the I Christmas it is easy to buy as many on money. My mom says this is an outrage, and eventually gives me the Christmas is nothing more because I'm not modest. But until now I've always got something. When I grow up, and earn money, I buy myself something and am not at all modest. Then, the Christmas of anger from me, because then I do not care.
Looks to be over and Christmas is the Apfent and also with the year it goes away. The gifts are unwrapped and you get to Easter, nothing more, at most, when you first birthday.
But one thing is gwies: the Apfent comes back.
The story apparently comes from Bavaria
