Should I feel afraid? In a second I stop to feel. I close my eyes and breathe in. No threat. As usual – this is my sacred place so nothing can really harm me here.
So who is this guy? I study him in silence and he chuckles.
“Good morning! You must have had a profound and deep night’s sleep, you are quite receptive today!”
I continue to stare at him. I do not smile, nor do I say anything. I take a piece of the caramelized apple while I study him in detail. The apple tastes wonderful and the flavors dance in my mouth. I fight hard to hide the satisfaction.
The man chuckles a bit more, comes in, takes off his cape and hangs it on the coat stand. Now I notice that he has a scepter as he lets it rest against the surface of his cape.
I suddenly realize that this is my place and that I am the host. I shake my head a little, bow my head a nanosecond and show him with my arm to join me by the fireplace. He smiles, even more with radiating eyes and a sound I can hear coming from his soul. It is a most harmonious song, and I feel at ease when I listen to it.
The man takes a caramelized apple and joins me at my table. I sit down, suddenly staring at the red and sparkling golden tablecloth, the golden shadow from a white-silvered candle, and his one hand just staying still some 15 centimeters over the table, palm facing down.
While I blink and not blink, the air is in a spot replaced by a red cup with golden decorations. Inside, it steams a liquid light brown, and suddenly a white square pops out and gently floats inside of the liquid.
I stare at the object, my mouth open and I realize how I must look so I close it again. He chuckles again, and I look up at him.
“Do you want me to make one for you as well?” he asks, while it looks like he is having a lot of fun on my behalf.
“Yes, please,” I say, and feel it tickles in my stomach.
Cosmic Backyard’s Christmas Calendar 2017:
Christmas Corner Part 2