Well duh... it took many years after that to realize the extremes of his magical abilities... I mean, squeezing down the chiminey and carrying all those toys on his sleigh is nothing compared to not tripping the alarms... that's some crazy serious magic there.
My favorite memory of Christmas morning is sneaking into the living room to find my dad (a tall, wide shouldered man) on his hands and knees shooting a metal rocket (from a toy army rocket launcher...it was the early '60's and those toys hadn't been yanked off of the market to protect us from ourselves) at my "prim and proper" mother's bare legs.
The "missile" was made of aluminum and had quite the point to it...as evidenced by the "pin prick" holes in the aforementioned mother's legs.
My dad wasn't masochistic nor would he ever think of abusing my mother. No one ever loved a person more then he loved her. But, with his "precocious" sense of humor, he seemed to get joy out of poking her legs with this missile and listening to her screech.
After several ultimatums from my mom ("Henry, if you do that one more time, you will be sleeping in the car for the rest of your life! Now, stop that!"), he found it wise to stop.
Thank God, I have his sense of "adventure". *evil grin*
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I had a wonderful holiday, how was yours?
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My favorite memory of Christmas morning is sneaking into the living room to find my dad (a tall, wide shouldered man) on his hands and knees shooting a metal rocket (from a toy army rocket launcher...it was the early '60's and those toys hadn't been yanked off of the market to protect us from ourselves) at my "prim and proper" mother's bare legs.
The "missile" was made of aluminum and had quite the point to it...as evidenced by the "pin prick" holes in the aforementioned mother's legs.
My dad wasn't masochistic nor would he ever think of abusing my mother. No one ever loved a person more then he loved her. But, with his "precocious" sense of humor, he seemed to get joy out of poking her legs with this missile and listening to her screech.
After several ultimatums from my mom ("Henry, if you do that one more time, you will be sleeping in the car for the rest of your life! Now, stop that!"), he found it wise to stop.
Thank God, I have his sense of "adventure". *evil grin*
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