Sunday, 11 December 2011

Chocolate Christmas.


In our town there’s a specialist chocolatier. The shop window is always full of the most exquisite and delicious looking chocolates of all sorts and sizes. If Heaven were made of chocolate then this shop would surely be it.

The chocolates are hand-made by the shop owner and his wife and three employees on the premises behind the shop. I remember once visiting their little workshop with a friend of mine, the shop-owner’s niece, and it was a marvelous experience seeing them make all these chocolates with so much care and passion.

Every so often they make different seasonal chocolates like rabbits and chocolate eggs at Easter, special selections on Mothers’ Day, or Christmas specialties.

One Christmas Eve we were in town late, just before going to Midnight Mass, and I decided to visit the shop to get something nice. I left the rest of the family to do some window-shopping and went there alone as a special surprise.

I’d intended to buy a chocolate Father Christmas just as they had in the picture in the shop window. Sadly all Fathers Christmas had been sold. Reindeers too! As well as Christmas tress or any Christmas decorations made of chocolate. In fact it is fair to say that the shop had sold out of any chocolate model relating to Christmas.

The shop assistant looked at me forlornly and suggested a selection from their wild animals’ series would make a good present. “They’ll look good in the Nativity scene beside the Christmas tree …” she said hopefully.

“Hardly …” I said somewhat dejected, “no one would believe that the three Wise Men came from the East on a turtle! It would have taken them ages to arrive. Or that shepherds watched their giraffes at night when the Angel appeared with Good News!”

“They are beautiful though …” she continued encouragingly.

“Yes … they are. But it’s not the same … a chocolate crocodile near the crib would frighten all the sheep away …”

I hesitated for a while. The animal models looked good enough to eat … in fact any chocolate is good enough to eat as far as I’m concerned, regardless of its shape. But this was not for me. This was a present and ideally I would have wanted a Father Christmas, or an Angel … a Christmas tree … it’s the festive shape of the chocolate that matters on this particular occasion. And a rhinoceros or a kangaroo is just not the right shape; even though it might taste just as good when you eat it.

After a lot of soul searching I decided to buy the giraffe. It was big and with such a long neck it meant there was even more chocolate for everyone to share.

“Could you gift wrap it please?” I asked.

As the shop assistant was wrapping my purchase I heard a little girl beside me say: “I want the giraffe … just like in the picture over there!”

“I’m sorry … the last giraffe has just been sold” replied the shop assistant to the girl’s mother.

I looked at their sad faces and knew how they felt.

Now … the right thing to do in such cases is to take my purchase and get out of the shop quickly before my conscience has had a chance to wake up.

But I’m stupid that way and somewhat slow … in my slowness I asked the assistant to sell the giraffe to the girl’s mother instead.

“We have some left-overs from our Halloween series” said the assistant to me after the other customers had gone, “I can let you have two for the price of one!”

That Christmas our Nativity scene was visited by Frankenstein’s monster and a zombie. And the sheep were not frightened at all.

Tasted good too!

11 comments:

  1. That was a real melt in the mouth story Victor.

    I do hope we will be given an invite into the Luxton-Joyce's over Christmas, it will be interesting to see how the other half live and celebrate such an occasion!!

    I expect everything flows ,food, wine etc (not that I'll be drinking anything other than orange squash of course!)!!

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  2. Hi Shadowlands,

    Great to see you here again. I haven't written a Luxton-Joyce story for some time. Must think of one quickly.

    God bless.

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  3. Victor,

    You should have bought the kangaroo. All the Australian Christmas stories have kangaroos in them. You could have added one to your nativity scene in honour of Great Aunt Gertrude.

    The Luxton-Joyces? Somehow I haven't discovered them yet. Are they characters of yours Victor? Yes, think of a Luxton-Joyce story quickly!!

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  4. Scrumptious story, Victor. I agree~chocolate in any form is wonderful.
    God bless.

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  5. Hi Sue,

    Theodore Luxton-Joyce is an eccentric Scottish millionaire who has featured in many of my stories over the past year or so. Just write Luxton in the top left search engine on Blogger (on my Blog) and you'll get all the stories. Best to read them in chronological order. Blogger puts the latest ones first!

    A chocolate kangaroo would have tasted just as nice. But they were not on offer "buy two for the price of one"! More chocolates for me to enjoy!

    Hi Karinann,

    How nice to see you visiting me again. I see you love chocolates too.

    God bless you Sue and Karinann.

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  6. God bless you Victor. Love and kindness is what Christmas is all about. What we give, not what we get.

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  7. I bet those were the best tasting chocolates ever. Kindness and chocolate make for a great Christmas :)

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  8. You a gallant man to not hold onto the chocolate giraffe for yourself! You made that girl's day and that is priceless!

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  9. Hello Crystal Mary, Mary and Noreen.

    Thanx for visiting me. I hope you're having a chocolaty Christmas ... and a Blessed one too!

    God bless.

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  10. A lovely story. And I can just taste that chocolate, too.

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  11. Hi Barb,

    Yes, chocolates always taste great.

    God bless.

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