|Långt lättare att få tag på i jul är denna brevografi|
Se där! Jorden står kvar. Kanske vågar man sig då på en stilla julönskning?
Det var många år sedan, jag minns inte i vilket sammanhang, men jag fann mig själv bläddrande i en liten bok vars text- och bildupphovsman stavades John Lennon. I den lilla skriften fanns bland annat en inte särskilt upplyftande julhistoria:
It was Chrisbus time but Randolph was alone. Where were all his good pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harold? Where were they on this day? Randolf looged saggly at his only Chrispbut cart from his dad who did not live there. 'I can't understan this being so aloneley on the one day of the year when one would surely spect a pal or two?' thought Rangolf. Hanyway he carried on putting ub the desicrations and muzzle toe. All of a surgeon there was amerry timble on the door. Who but who could be a knocking on my door? He opend it and there standing there who? but only his pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harolb weren't they? Come on in old pals buddys and mates. With a big griff on his face Randolff welcombed them. In they came jorking and labbing shoubing 'Haddy Grimmble, Randoob.' and other hearty, and then they all jumbed on him and did smite him with mighty blows about his head crying, 'We never liked you all the years we've known you. You were never raelly one of us you know, soft head.' They killed him you know, at least he didn't _die_ alone did he? Merry Chrustchove, Randolf old pal buddy.
Har försökt att hitta boken efter det, men inte lyckats. Någon som vet vad den heter och/eller var jag kan få tag i den? Vore den bästa julklappen.
God Jul (en bättre än Randolfs)!
Bokia Killbergs Jägersro