A boy dressed weirdly sat on a small, brilliantly painted fence far away in America, spinning a globe strangely. The aroma of roasted turkey wafted through the house, caressing his nostrils. Aunt Polly might be seen in the kitchen with pies in her hands in the moonlight. On the roof of the house, Christmas lights twinkled.. Tom spun the unusual globe once more, then softly opened the door and walked by the Christmas tree, as if oblivious to its brilliance. He removed the traditional Georgian outfit “Chokha” from his closet, which he had purchased from Khevsuri Giorgi while in Georgia. He returned to the garden and examined the standing globe on the table, which had only two countries marked on it. What happened to the others? Tom reclined on a wooden swing chair, wrapped in a quilt, and closed his eyes, perplexed. Songs and fireworks mixed with a delicious smell came from Aunt Polly’s kitchen, and the “Chokha fitted him perfectly.” He tried to put back one bullet-case that didn’t seem to fit. OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, The lead of the bullet-case dropped, and colourful balls spilled out. What exactly is this? Tom pondered. If I were with Giorgi, he’d explain it to me!
As soon as he said that, the globe began spinning at top speed. Suddenly, a tremendous wind blew in from nowhere, carrying everything in the air with it. Tom sat in the Swing chair for quite some time. He finally couldn’t hold on any longer and let go of the hand. He couldn’t even figure out how the odd globe snatched him.
He heard music and recognized some phrases when he opened his eyes: “Mravalzhamier” “Ghmerti” “Sitsotskhle,” I’m in Georgia! He yelled and wore “Chokha” like a true Georgian.
How do I inform Giorgi that I’ve arrived? In his ears, he heard some noises. It’s a magical night today. Wish you had colourful balls! Tom’s fist was filled with bright balls once he opened his eyes wide. I’d like to be where Giorgi is. When the wind blew, Tom entered the lovely realm.
There were many children in an open space, and you could hear music, laughter, and joyful dances, which enhanced the beauty of the area. Tom was staring at the Georgian snowman, perplexed, as he couldn’t figure out where Santa was. However, he soon recognized Santa in the sled with reindeer. The kids were confused as they stared at Tom. Why do you think that is? He couldn’t understand why Georgians never wore “Chokha” on their colourful trousers and finned hats, and why a thumb from the trainer didn’t make him happy. Tom heard a familiar voice, he opened his eyes wider, he listened carefully, and he began to look around. He recognized Giorgi at the colourful couch, he was happily delivering presents, and Tom froze in the same spot, returning to his own reality. Aunt Polly used to give out gifts to the homeless, orphan, and street kids, he remembered. Tom was also helping her, and Huck Finn was running around in the small town of St. Petersburg, throwing sweets at him. He was hanging Christmas toys on the fence for some.
Someone ran over Tom, why are you standing here? The ball will be held here soon. You are going to obstruct.
Tom muttered something. The child was puzzled.
– What’s your name? You appear to be stranger.
– What’s your name, or what’s your surname?
I’m looking for Giorgi, Tom said in an awkward Georgian. He was giving out gifts some place around here, but he has since vanished.
Please use this phone to contact him. Do you have His phone number?
What exactly is this? Tom pondered, is it possible to have a phone without a line? This is something I’m not familiar with.
What?? – The second child was taken aback.
Have you ever come upon a phone?
Are you an alien?
Giorgi, one of my friends, is Khevsuri. He’s a fantastic young man. I paid him a visit once. He was handing out gifts while sitting on the couch.
That’s our Gio! Yelled a stranger. Come on, I’ll take you to him! – They hurried together, holding hands.
Giorgi was standing on stage, hugging and singing with orphan children. Tom dashed over to them and hugged Giorgi.
Remember? I promised I would return!
I promised that we would give orphans gifts for Christmas and the New Year!
Giorgi was babbling and embracing Tom in the Heart, astonished. That is a New Year’s gift. I’m overjoyed! I’m overjoyed! Tom was overjoyed as well.
I’m Giorgi Arabuli, a happy and fortunate young man. Do you know why I’m so fortunate? God had been contemplating my birth for 16 years, and just as everyone thought he had changed his mind, I was born. That’s why I’m known as Wish Boy.
On a harsh planet, I had to commemorate the year 2022. The world was changed by the pandemic but I believe this is my year. My year is 2022, the year of the tiger. That is why I am confident that everything will work out! I want to be able to hug my friends without being afraid. Participate in the Olympic Games. I wish to aid abandoned people and children so that my mother and I can continue our favourite job. Let there be peace on Earth! Merry Christmas (Christmas greetings.)
