Chapter 5, Part 2
Jana turned to “Silent Night” and wished it
was one. “Everybody know this one. Come on. Let’s sing.”
Silent
night, holy night
All
is calm, all is bright
Round
yon Virgin mother and child,
Holy
infant so tender and mild,
Sleep
in heavenly peace.
Sleep
in heavenly peace.”
“Who’s Round John Virgin?” asked Dewey. “Is
he really fat?” The doorbell rang and the boy jumped up to answer it. Racing
past the couch, he tripped over Grandpa’s golf clubs. Leo commenced to laugh
until his mother glared him into silence. Jana turned to her father. “Are you
through with those golf clubs, dad? I thought I told you to put them away if
you were through with them.”
Grandpa looked up. “Oh, what happened?”
“Dewey tripped over them.”
Grandpa winked at Leo. “Then I’m through with
them.”
Dewey hobbled over to the door and pulled it
open. A gust of wind chilled the room and the goat bells clanged. A group of
carolers had gathered on the porch and were beginning their serenade. Dewey
blinked at them twice, then slammed the door.
“Who was it, Dewey?” asked Fern.
“I don’t know. Somebody wanting money, I
think,” said Dewey.
“Singing beggars?”
“Yeah. You can’t be too careful out here in
the country. They’ll rob you blind. They distract you at the front door while
their partners come in the kitchen and clean you out from the back door.”
“Let them in, Dewey.”
The high school singing group decked in red
and green stepped in and took their places in the entry. They sang “Lo, How A
Rose” and “Deck the Halls” for starters. They performed “O Tannenbaum” in
German and “Jer Er Saa Glad” in Norwegian. Jana watched Grandpa’s eyes trail to
the floor as they began “In the Bleak Mid-Winter.” He had recognized the
hand-sewn green capes and red berets as his wife’s work. He brushed a tear from
his eye.
Dewey took center stage as the carols
concluded with “Angels We Have Heard On High” and belted out his new
“inexpensive day old bread!” line to replace the “in excelsius deo” part.
Grandpa picked up the repotted poinsettia,
preparing to strike. His upper lip twitched a forced smile.
“Put the plant down dad,” smiled Jana.
“I’m going to get him,” muttered Grandpa,
resisting the urge to usher the carolers to the door so he could slap the
little Dewdster silly.
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