free4rms
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Post by free4rms on Dec 19, 2010 10:26:20 GMT -5
Yesterday we had a story with a punch line about the "ghost of Christmas past." I am referring, of course, to Donnie's story about the T-shirt with the spilled beans crime emblazoned on it. The culprit has to bear the shame of the misdeed, Christmas after Christmas. So, Donnie, the prize is yours this time. I have your addy, so it will ship to you at the first of the week. One contest topic that has never come up is a good story about old St. Nick himself. Who has a great story about Santa Clause? Anything about playing Santa, visiting Santa, Santa on a street corner or at a party... all will qualify. Today's prize will be this assortment of freeforms:  Good luck and let's hear some great stories! |
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Sabre52
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Post by Sabre52 on Dec 19, 2010 13:18:31 GMT -5
*L* This particular topic does not bring to memory many good feelings. Just reminds me of why I like to keep half the country between me and most my relatives. First off, every adult in my family smoked like chimneys back then so the tree was almost hidden by a pall of smoke on Christmas eve which was just lovely. Also my pop was an ardent outdoorsman but not good with kids at all unless it involved hunting or fishing. So, when Christmas rolled around he was good enough with the buying presents part of it but not much on the HO ho Ho, playing Santa etc. So, he'd bring in his baby brother to play Santa. Well, this particular uncle, being the baby of a large clan was a bit prone to, hmmm, how do I say this? Oh yeah, getting drunk on his ass! So, dear ole Santy would show up each year on wobbly legs, with his Santy mask and beard all askew, his Santy pants half falling down, and reeking of booze. Then he'd laugh drunkenly, give a couple of Ho hos accompanied by a gross belch or two and usually fall down under the ole Xmas tree knocking ornaments to the floor in a shower of glass shards but hopefully, not crushing the presents *L*.
Actually, though it wasn't all bad, cause when Santy recovered a bit, us kids used to wrestle him for hours basically kicking his ass cause he was too drunk to put up a good fight. He was kind of short and roly poley anyway so not much of a fighter even when sober. I know, kicking Santy's ass and giving him rug burns don't sound like most folks' idear of fun but what the heck, everybody gets to celebrate Christmas in their own special way right? HO HO HO!.
Oh yeah, and then in my teen years about the time I started dating, this uncle had a brain problem which left him with one arm unable to function. So at Christmas dinner he used a special eating implement which looked like a fork with a broad knife blade on the back. Us kids always thought it looked like some kind of strange hatchet so we nicknamed him Hatchet Bobbie. So in those days, when he'd get into his cups and the Christmas turkey was a bit tough, there he'd be hacking away with his hatchet splattering gravy all over and cursing a blue streak. Yeah, Christmas, fun times always *L*...Mel
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Post by sitnwrap on Dec 19, 2010 13:19:55 GMT -5
Every year on Christmas eve, Santa would come to our house for a visit. We would sit on his lap and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. One year I kind of put him on the spot. I asked him if I could go out and see his reindeer and then I headed for the door. He stopped me with a “HoHoHo, no they are not here, I left them down the street by the brook so they could get a drink.”
For years Mr. Gildersleive, our next door neighbor’s grandfather, was the neighborhoods’ Santa Claus, making sure each house was visited and it wasn’t until later in life that this was revealed but it was so fitting of him. In the summer time, he was also the magician, with cape and top hat, who readily worked his magic for us.
Vance, your compition is wonderful and I just wanted to add this story because it brought up such wonderful memories that Mr. Gildersleive created for us.
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adrian65
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Post by adrian65 on Dec 19, 2010 13:30:22 GMT -5
Here St Nicholas comes to the children who put their clean boots next to the window in the Dec 5th evening and fills them with gifts, mostly sweets, fruits, candies etc. They say that St Nicholas also brings a stick to the kids which were naughty during the previous year. Well, once St Nicholas brought me a stick too. I remember I was wandering how could he find out about each child - who was wrong and who was OK. A nice method to bring the kids back on the narrow way  Adrian |
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meta99
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Post by meta99 on Dec 19, 2010 14:38:26 GMT -5
Vance:
This is such a great contest! I just read all the entries so far, and am finally getting in the holiday spirit!
When I was about 7 years old and my brother around 9, a total stranger (?) called my parents and asked if they would like Santa to visit their kids (imagine that happening today! YIKES!). I think he was from a nearby college. Anyway, he asked them to have a small wrapped gift for us in advance. I was sound asleep, only to be wakened by the sound of sleigh bells jingling...when who should show up in my room but SANTA! Behind him were my family - dad, grandpa, and oldest brother included....so who could this mystery man be, but Santa himself?! He gave me a prized Magic Eight Ball that told my fortune!
Jump ahead several years later, and my dad decided once we kids "knew The Truth" about Santa, that he would rent a Santa costume at some expense and go visit friends' children, much the same as we were visited. My dad was more of a "bah humbug" type around the holidays, so this was quite refreshing to see.
One year there was a bad snow storm and the state police were shutting down the roads. He had chains on our old bomb of a station wagon (no, not a woodie...he would have had to pay extra for that option!). When the trooper stopped him in his travels, he was a bit taken aback! My dad explained he had only one more house to visit, so with the chains in place, the officer let him through...not wanting to be the one to prevent Santa from making his appointed rounds.
Dad has been gone now for 15 years but this is one of my most fond memories of him and of the holidays.
Merry Christmas to all!
Sue
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Post by Toad on Dec 19, 2010 16:19:26 GMT -5
I was probably about 8, my sister 4 years younger. One of my step-brothers dressed up as Santa Clause and came to our apartment. We had no idea. My sister was so excited that she lost all motor functions. My step-dad had to set her on Santa's lap as she was incapable of movement. Her mouth then proceeded to disengage and the combination of saliva and a large caramel leaked onto Santa's rented beard and suit. I don't believe she spoke until after 'Santa' left.
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Post by sbreed on Dec 20, 2010 0:17:24 GMT -5
Ok, gotta share this time! When my son and daughter were very little, I think my son was 6 and my daughter was 2..........my ex wanted to play Santa and suprise the kids. Cody used to peak out his bedroom door on Christmas Eve. So, the ex went upstairs to change into the Santa Suit knowing that Cody was downstairs peaking out his bedroom door. I am messing in the kitchen waiting to see the look on Cody's face when he sees Santa Clause. Then I hear the "ho, ho, ho" .........I turn to look at Cody and then hear bang, kabunk, thump, 'ouch' and then THUD! My ex tripped on the santa pants and fell down the stairs! Cody was crying cause he thought Santa died and I was laughing my butt off! Eryn...only 2 slept right through it! The ex was ok......just a bruised ego!
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meta99
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Post by meta99 on Dec 30, 2010 18:37:38 GMT -5
Vance: Got the freeforms...very pretty! And thanks again for the contest...
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