Bromford and Penguin ...

 

»Bromford.«

»Yes, llama.«

»The Christmas holidays are over.«

»Really, Mr. Obvious?«

»And this fairy tale you were telling…«

»Yes, my llama friend? Did you like it as a whole?«

»As a hole it was quite good. As a whole it was as flawed as all your other stories, Bromdford, the bard.«

»Why was I expecting this whole hole pun?«

»Homophones, darling, homophones… But from my point of view your story started way too slow. The llama and the bard did not leave the Castle of Bromford before the 15th of December and it was still the same night in told time as in the beginning of the story. And the long way to Earth was not that long in the end, only a three days walk. And the titles of the posts already revealed the answers to the song quiz riddles…«

»Most important thing, it was nice in the end.«

»Do you really think so, dude? And where were your friends from downstairs this wholed passed year? Miley and her son Mikel?«

»Kylie and Nigel«, I murmer and stand up from couch to answer the ringing phone.

As I turn around the animal is stand right behind me.

»Who is it? Who is it? Who is it, dude?«

»It is Kylie«, I answer covering the handset-part of the telephone with one hand. »Kylie is calling from Antarctica.«

»Antarctica?«

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Today is Saturday, the 28th of December 2024.

Long Way To Earth... Part 26

'… and the wind cried Mary. The end.'

Bromford, the bard, and KussKuss, the llama, were holding their breaths. Besides the crackling of a small wood fire it was so quiet that you could almost hear the rocking of a cradle in the neighbourhood.

'That was a very wonderful story', the llama said and the staff flute whistled a tone of consent. 'It was the bestest story I ever heard you tell, old chap.'

They were lying on a bed of hay and straw and leaves in a cave on the other side of the High Mountains, a day's walk away from the city and High Castle of Bromford. And tired they were watching the dancing lights and shadows of the small wood fire on the ceiling.

'That was just the beginning of the Greatest Story Ever Told', said the bard. 'Collected and written down by various persons for various reasons and purposes in the Book of all Books.'

'Let it be a good book', the llama said, 'and may only good come from it in the future.'

And after they had rolled a large rock in front of the cave entrance and put out the little fire they both said at the same time,

'Good Night!'

Today is Thursday, the 26th of December 2024
Second Christmas Day / Boxing Day

"Cradle In Bromford"

Sing sweet and low your lullaby
'Til angels say, 'Amen'
A mother tonight is rocking
A cradle in Bromford

While wise men follow through the dark
A star that beckons them
A mother tonight is rocking
A cradle in Bromford
'A little child shall lead them'
The prophets said of old
In storm and tempest keep 'em
Until the bell is tolled

Sing sweet and low your lullaby
'Til angels say, 'Amen'
A mother tonight is rocking
A cradle in Bromford

A mother tonight is rocking
A cradle in Bromford

Long Way To Earth... Part 25

 

The next morning, after a long, long Holiday's Eve full of feasting, dancing and listening to Bono, the bard's - to be honest not very uplifting and sanguine - songs by the campfiery bonfire Bromford, the bard, and KussKuss, the llama, sat at the counter of the inn in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside which luckily was also located in the High Mountains within sight of the High Castle of Bromford.

They were all dressed and packed for their next steps on the road to luck and adventure full of inspiration for stories to sing and songs to tell.

"The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can, …"

Only they had not come that far on the Road and their heads were aching from last night's heavy red wine and when every bell in Bromford started ringing they did it double as hard inside their heads.

'Llama, make them stop', Bromford moaned. 'Why are they all singing and ringing? And who is this King, this Lord who's coming they are praising, anyway? Didn't you say there was no king in this story?'

They llama was and did not look any better than the bard.

'It's that Jesus dude, Christ the Lord. He came from somewhere and we should repeat the sounding joy.'

'OK, let them repeat and let them praise whatever they want. But does it have to be so LOUD?'

'Merry Christmas!' said KussKuss, the llama.

And 'Merry Christmas to you!' Bromford, the bard, replied and emptied his jug of counter-beer in one go, taking the hair of the dog that bit him.

Today is Wednesday, the 25th of December 2024

First Christmas Day

"Mvmt IV, Every Bell On Bromford Will Ring"

Joy to the world! the Lord is come
Let Bromford receive her King!
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing!

He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love!

Every bell on Bromford shall ring
On Christmas Day in the morning!

Every soul on Bromford will sing
On Christmas Day in the morning!

Joy to the world! the Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ!
While fields and floods
And hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy!

O come, let us adore Him!
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!