Peter had just finished taking four bottles of beer. He was enjoying a movie in his room earlier, but the knockouts that sounded outside didn't let him concentrate. He believed the kids in his street would be responsible, so he was surprised when he came out to confirm his suspicion. His landlord was leading the squad of the knockout shooters. Men and women of his age were all in the squad. They were all laughing while watching their hand earned money burn and make loud sounds - that's how Peter sees it. What happened to buying a beer with it? He thought. He went inside and took the last beer he had. The loud bang that emitted immediately he grabbed the bottle made him drop it in fear. He took one piece of the broken bottle and went out in anger.
"Who dropped a bomb?" He said, facing his landlord.
"You mean the knock bomb? That's the latest knockout in town. It's as loud as a bomb."
"Well, this your knock bomb just cost you a bottle of beer. My table vibrated, and my beer fell off."
Everyone had stopped what they were doing. They looked at him in confusion. Just like a trance, they all started laughing at the same time. This irritated Peter. He showed them the broken piece, and that seemed to work. They all stopped laughing and began shifting away from him.
"What the fuck are you guys celebrating?"
"This is Christmas eve, moron! The real celebration is tomorrow." Jide replied. He had always hated Peter.
"And what's Christmas all about? Please don't tell me it's the birth of Jesus."
"Okay, we won't tell you." The landlord replied.
"None of you know when that man was born, and he never celebrated his birthday. I wonder why you guys are doing it for him."
"Come and sit here my son. I've met a lot of people like you." A man from the crowd said. He was sitting on a chair close to the gate. Peter had never talked to him, but he knows he's the eldest in the building.
Everyone had continued the celebration. Two knock bombs were thrown again, but Peter didn't notice. He was engrossed in the argument he was having with the man. The man kept tackling every points he made with proofs. When he realised he was fighting a lost battle, he stopped talking. He called a small boy from the crowd and gave him money to get a beer. The conversation would have been longer if his friend, Tola was there. Immediately his beer arrived, the man left his side and walked faster to another side of the compound. He noticed everyone was looking at him. He cared less and carried the bottle. Just as he was about to raise it to his mouth, a loud bang emitted. The bottle shattered into pieces and he watched his beer splashed on the floor the second time that evening.
He wanted to say something, but was kept shut by another loud bang. He left the crowd and went outside. He was going to get a quiet place and enjoy the eve.
I'm using this opportunity to wish you all a merry Christmas. Have a fun filled day. This is my first Christmas celebration on the Steen blockchain, it's probably your second or third, but I pray it won't be our last. I hope you enjoyed the story.
