{"id":639,"date":"2009-12-24T13:08:45","date_gmt":"2009-12-24T19:08:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/annetylerlord.com\/?p=639"},"modified":"2009-12-24T13:08:45","modified_gmt":"2009-12-24T19:08:45","slug":"frostbite-a-mafia-family-christmas-pt-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livingwithlivewires.com\/annetylerlord\/2009\/12\/24\/frostbite-a-mafia-family-christmas-pt-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Fiction: Frostbite: A Mafia Family Christmas (pt.3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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You can also read Part 1 <\/a>and Part 2 <\/a>of this series.<\/p>\n

Aunt Urola’s lavish jeweled necklaces were finally removed from my aunts’ necks. Now, they were all wearing 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 were blistering 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 I quietly slipped in and out of the house unnoticed. Until, Mama caught me. \u201cTasha! Where are you going with all that!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, are the women feeling better?\u201d I stopped suddenly in my 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 I shifted the weight of the bags in my 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

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

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

Later that afternoon, I 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. \u00a0No one noticed when I took over as bartender. \u00a0 I opened five bottles of their best wine which cost over $1,000 a bottle. I poured each bottle into a carafe, swirling it carefully, adding a little something of my own. \u00a0I 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 My aunts and uncles, Mama and Papa gather around the bar to celebrate one last time.<\/p>\n

I smile, leave the bar to the drunken lot, and wait for each person to be seated. As I lean in the archway, I see a wonderful sight. Conversations slur, glasses drop to the floor, heads bob suddenly sideways and forward.<\/p>\n

I go upstairs and round up the children from their play time. They come bounding into the living room where the adults are drooped. They pay them no mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome sit by the fire for a special Christmas poem I wrote just for you!\u201d Their eager faces become quiet as I sit down to begin.<\/p>\n

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in my Mafia Family<\/strong><\/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,
\nwhat 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

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Want to know what we watched on the DVD in the\u00a0helicopter\u00a0on the way to the airport?<\/p>\n

The original poem, Twas the Night Before Christmas, read by Perry Como to a video of lovely book illustrations – charming<\/p>\n

Twas The Night Before Christmas<\/a><\/p>\n

Here are some fun classic family cartoons based on, The Night Before Christmas.<\/p>\n

Disney\\’s Silly Symphony – The Night Before Christmas<\/a><\/p>\n

Tom and Jerry Special – The Night before Christmas<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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