Christmas.
The time for sharing and caring, love and understanding, the giving of presents and the smell of turkey cooking in the oven and the sound of excited children playing with their new gifts.
Not this one, it was about to be binned this year, why, well my fathers past was about to catch up with him and i was going to be going on a little trip not of my choice. I cant really recall if i was excited about Christmas, everyday day here seemed like it with all the snow and as mentioned before there wasn't really the feel of it in a caravan with no tree or decorations. All i can remember is being out in the snow in the forest playing around and then returning to the caravan to have something to eat and a two car,s one a police car that didn't belong were parked outside. My fathers wife was inside, a man and a woman and a policeman were there also. Lots of conversation was going back and forth between all these adults and my fathers wife looked pale and shaken. In later years again i was to find out that not only had my father been enjoying the non spectator sport of burglary, but he had also decided to rob a post office. So he was a man of many talents and he new one was to run and hide. The reason we were living in a caravan in the middle of the forestry was made clear to me then. But his time to pay for his crimes had come and he was now a hunted man and the trail was hot. So life for the few people who were close and around him was about to be shattered. So lets get them bag,s packed again, no need once again it was already done for me and i was told by my fathers wife that i would be going with this man and woman. So where too now who knows. Coat on, bag packed and a hug with tears for my fathers wife and a surprise of a small present in wrapping paper was put in my hands. Into the car and and on the way down the gravel track road once again ,will i see my dad again , yes i would because he would be hiding in the with Andrew watching to see when the coast was clear and i would spot him as i knew where he hid from many a time,s of his game of jumping out to scare you in the dark. So we passed him , his green eyes staring out form the undergrowth and that was that . Out of Corris and on the way to another place i didn't know. Where would it be , well it would be a care home in Welshpool an hour or so away. Would i be staying here now in this house full of children, after all they all seemed to enjoy it there , but it was Christmas and they had the nice things like a tree and decorations. I was taken to a bedroom and was sat down by a lady who told me i would be staying here for a little while as something had happened with my father and to try and enjoy my self as it was Christmas, so with me she opened up my present, what was it, it was a bright purple racing car, no card, no gift tag just the car. I was asked if i wanted to come downstairs and play with the other children, which i did but clinging onto this little car for dear life as if it was the only thing i had in this world, well in a way it was and to be honest i think the whole day had become a bit of a blur, confused and dazed with it all again. But at least tonight i will have something other than rabbit to eat, a warm bath and a warm bed of my own to sleep in and maybe just a few tears to get me off to sleep.
