{"id":4777,"date":"2010-12-26T10:52:46","date_gmt":"2010-12-26T16:52:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/annetylerlord.com\/?p=4777"},"modified":"2010-12-26T10:52:46","modified_gmt":"2010-12-26T16:52:46","slug":"fiction-frostbite-a-mafia-family-christmas-pt-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/2010\/12\/26\/fiction-frostbite-a-mafia-family-christmas-pt-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Fiction: Frostbite: A Mafia Family Christmas (pt.3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

This weekend I am reposting my three part series,\u00a0Frostbite: A Mafia Family Christmas<\/em><\/strong>, about the Kaszinov Family(portions rewritten).<\/p>\n

I had fun last year imagining what it would be like to celebrate Christmas in a Russian Mafia family, well, at least a goofy one. These posts were my first #FridayFlash-es.<\/p>\n

This is Part 3 of 3 in a series, if you haven’t read the beginning, you can read\u00a0Part 1<\/a> and Part 2.<\/a><\/p>\n

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Kaszinov Family Crest<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Tasha watched with anticipation as Aunt Urola’s lavish jewel necklaces were finally removed from her aunts’ necks. Now, they were all wore hot blisters and bumpy rashes seared by the poison laced in each string. The red flush of their faces matched their flaring tempers. The men blistered inside and out after removing the necklaces and placing them in a bag for decontamination. The aroma of the room changed from Christmas tree pine to antiseptic and ointment. The afternoon hors d’oeuvres were antihistamines and whiskey served up with curses to Aunt Urola.<\/p>\n

The chaos distracted the entire family as Tasha quietly slipped in and out of the house unnoticed. Until, Mama caught her. \u201cTasha! Where are you going with all that!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh…are the women feeling better?\u201d Tasha suddenly stopped in her tracks.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou heard me, what are you doing?\u201d Mama wasn’t budging.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought the Boys needed a little Christmas cheer, too. It must be gloomy living in those rooms above the garage.\u201d Tasha shifted the weight of the bags in her arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know we built luxury apartments for those thugs. You stay in here and don’t go near those cutthroat butchers!\u201d<\/p>\n

Tasha put everything down on the kitchen table. Mama, half-drunk, strutted back into the living room screaming, \u201cUse those coasters, damn it!\u201d<\/p>\n

Tasha continued on her way creeping out of the house carrying small bags. \u00a0A couple of the Boys were proving to be helpful. Tasha quickly targeted the disgruntled ones Papa had burned one too many times.<\/p>\n

Later that evening, Tasha walked quietly into the living room where everyone was getting loud and obnoxious from all the booze. The men were smoking and carousing by the fireplace. The women were making no sense in their conversations. Insults were flying, but they responded with laughter.<\/p>\n

No one noticed when Tasha took over as bartender. \u00a0 She opened five bottles of their best wine which cost over $1,000 a bottle. She poured each bottle into a carafe, swirling it carefully, adding a little something of her own. \u00a0She set the bottles on the bar next to each carafe. It was a display of irresistible decadent splendor no greedy mobster could resist.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey Ermil, come see this, he’s finally brought out the good stuff!\u201d<\/p>\n

Tasha’s aunts and uncles, Mama and Papa gathered around the bar to celebrate one last time.<\/p>\n

Tasha smiled and walked away from the bar, and she watched as each of her relatives took a drink and sat down in their respective places. Next, she enjoyed the wonderful scene. Conversations slurred, glasses dropped to the floor, heads bobbed suddenly sideways and forward.<\/p>\n

Tasha quickly ran upstairs to gather the children from their play time with the many Christmas presents they had received. They came bounding into the living room where the adults were drooped. They ignored the adults and followed Tasha and her plate of cookies.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome sit by the fire for a special Christmas poem I wrote just for you!\u201d Tasha said, as she watched their eager faces become quiet as they sat down and munched at their cookies.<\/p>\n

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in my Mafia Family<\/h4>\n

‘Twas the night before Christmas
\nwhen all through the house,
\nA foul creature was stirring
\nand so was a louse.<\/p>\n

Tommy guns were hung
\nby the chimney with care,
\nIn hopes that rogue mobsters
\nsoon would be there.<\/p>\n

The children were restless
\ntossing in bed,
\nWhile visions of mob fights
\ndanced in their head.<\/p>\n

When out in the snow
\nthere arose such a clatter,
\nI sprang from the bed
\nto see what was the matter.<\/p>\n

When,\u00a0what to my wondering eyes
\nshould appear,
\nA dead body in the snow,
\nnow frozen. \u201cOh, Dear!\u201d<\/p>\n

Aunt Urola lay stiff
\nin this murderous scene,
\nBut she’s not the only
\ncold-blooded ice queen.<\/p>\n

The guilty told stories
\nto explain how she died,
\nBut they didn’t make sense
\nit was clear that they lied.<\/p>\n

Homicidal maniacs
\nwill not get away,
\nFor their trigger-happy fun
\nin prison they will stay.<\/p>\n

I’m afraid that our family
\nwill not shed a tear,
\nFor the terror inflicted
\nor for the deadly fear.<\/p>\n

I’ll take their presents and jewels
\nto fund my mission,
\nJust wait and see how much more
\nthey’ll be missin’!<\/p>\n

My family is in deep,
\nSo I put them to sleep,
\nRun! Quick! Without a peep,
\nTo the helicopter, \u201ctake a leap!\u201d<\/p>\n

Safely we will fly
\nwhile they take the fall,
\nNow dash away, dash away,
\ndash away all!<\/p>\n

The children will now have
\na brand new fresh start,
\nAnd be given the chance
\nto grow a kind heart.<\/p>\n

‘Tis the end of my story,
\nhope I gave you a fright.
\nMerry Christmas to all, and to
\nall a good night!<\/p>\n

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This weekend I am reposting my three part series,\u00a0Frostbite: A Mafia Family Christmas, about the Kaszinov Family(portions rewritten). I had fun last year imagining what it would be like to celebrate Christmas in a Russian Mafia family, well, at least a goofy one. These posts were my first #FridayFlash-es. This is Part 3 of 3 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19,48],"tags":[83,94,96,103,122,154],"class_list":["post-4777","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-short-story","tag-christmas","tag-crime","tag-dark-humor","tag-flash-fiction","tag-mafia","tag-short-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4777","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4777"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4777\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4777"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4777"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4777"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}