Montage May 2017 | Page 17

Silent Night Ermithe Maurancy Children don’t play like they used to. For they have to think about their tomorrow. There is no cry of pure laughter into the nights. Empty streets, with no light. The old lady who sells dry roasted peanuts across the street has no oil in her lamp. Her light starts to fade away into the night. “Please ma'am let me have 1 gourde of dry roasted peanuts.” “I can’t sell anymore my dearest son, for there is no more light for me to see”. There will be no supper tonight, there will be nothing more than a rumbling stomach. The miseries of life have crushed his imagination. There is no such thing as Père Noël, there is no such thing as a free mind running through the nights. There will be no Christmas this year except for tears and weeping sounds. It seems like Père Noël has forgotten about them. Montage, May 2017 17