I’ll be home for Christmas…

December 3, 2006 at 11:27 am | Posted in Records of a Tiny Village | Leave a comment

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

If only in my dreams…

En Chang looked out of his office window to the bustling streets of the city as the radio on his table played on. It has been 5 years since he left the village for this job in the city. The job paid well, and the benefits were good. The civil war raged on, but the city was firmly in Republican hands. His participation in the Revolutionary Youth Party in college had helped him land this administive job. “We always have need for good young revolutionaries,” was what his superior said.

5 years since he had left the village. He could not go back. The village lay deep behind Imperial lines. There was no way for a member of the Republican government to safely make it past the frontlines. En Chang had been able to keep up with events at home thanks to Ah Eng who had graduated from St Bart’s and moved home to start a village newspaper. How Ah Eng managed to do it with Imperial blessings is a wonder, but who knows. They were old neighbours and En Chang, being older and “wiser,” used to take Ah Eng on adventures, like fishing or scouting out the girls at the next village (because everyone new the girls at the next village were prettier). So every now and then Ah Eng would smuggle a copy to En Chang.

This year though, there was a chance that En Chang could go home to see his parents and siblings. The Republican 5th Western Army had routed the 7th Imperial Legion. This meant that Coral City had fallen to the Republicans, and that put the village behind Republican lines. For once he could go home and catch up with Ah Ko and that crazy nut-loving Jun. It may be a little awkward though… En Chang was a staunch Republican, and he knew that most folks in the village didn’t care or were nominally pro-Imperial. He suspected Ah Eng would harbour Republican sympathies having studied at St Bart’s but he wasn’t so sure about his other friends. He knew Chun Ming had gone off to serve in the Imperial Army and was now a Captain at the Western Frontier. Perhaps Chun Ming could be convinced to swtich sides. God knows the Republican cause could use experienced warriors like Chun Ming. Fighting half-hearted Imperial troops was nothing compared to fighting savage nomads.

“Translator Lin, I have bad news for you,” En Chang’s superior spoke out loudly as he entered the room and took his coat off. “Eh? My leave is not approved?” En Chang asked a little down hearted. “Yeah. Absolutely and totally rejected,” his supervisor replied. “Oh… Well that is extremely upsetting. I had hoped to go home Supervisor Zhang…” En Chang replied now totally dejected. “Ha. Ha. Silly boy, with bad news I come bearing a Christmas present,” his supervisor half laughed, half spoke. “You’ve been promoted. Political Commissar Lin. That has a nice ring to it. Plus a military rank of Major to match. Ha. Ha. I dare say you now outrank me. Seems the Army boys out at Coral need some good old fashioned book thumping Republicanism. And the slackers upstairs decided you were the sucker, ahem, revolutionary for it. So you can go home often, plus you do not need to report to Coral until the second week of January. Go home and get packed. I don’t want to see you in here tomorrow, you political running dog,” En Chang’s supervisor boomed over the radio jovially. Everyone in the room rose to congratulate his promotion to political commissar.

Outside the snow fell heavily. Carol singers could be heard in the background…

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

If only in my dreams…

Leave a Comment »

RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

- Singapore Bloggers | Singapore Bloggers - | Theme: Pool by Borja Fernandez.
Entries and comments feeds.