THE CHOCOLATE BOY AND THE MARZIPAN BEAR


My best friend growing up was my next door neighbor HANNE. Her birthday is the 24th of November and every year on her birthday I always feel that it somehow marks the beginning of Christmas. As kids we would always get a chocolate figure each shaped as a little boy at the end of her birthday party. It was tradition. As the saver I was.. yes, we all knew those kids who saved their candy and therefore always had something left when everyone else had finished theirs.. well, being one of those kids I always brought my CHOCOLATE BOY home with me when the party ended. At home my little sister was waiting, she; not a saver and a big candy fan. Instead of sharing it I insisted on saving it on a shelf in my room ..because I thought it was sooo nice looking. One day when I came home from school I found my chocolate boy DECAPITATED on the shelf, no head. It was not difficult to figure out the prime suspect. I can still picture my little sister; picking up the chocolate boy, opening her mouth and chewing his head off like a Godzilla. The reason I came to think of this story now is because of something ERLEND said the other day when we opened the chocolate/marzipan calendar. The chocolate of the day was a cute MARZIPAN BEAR. As soon as I saw him I knew I wanted to save him, but the minute I thought this Erlend was filled with another thought and said to me; I want to eat his head! I felt history repeating itself,  but I decided to try to be a more sharing person so I  said that he could, BUT, not before I had a picture of it. So here is the picture of the little bear, before he looses his head, and some of the ofher treats we have found in our calendar.