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Gary in VA

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stole this from a thread over at the Brethren... brought tears to my eyes.. Had to share.

This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel
contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinners.
It won first prize.

As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose
over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted
was for Santa to fill them.

What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be
true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids'
stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses
and went in search of an inflatable love doll.
They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an
adult bookstore downtown.

If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go, you'll only
confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, 'What
does this do?' 'You're kidding me!' 'Who would buy that?' Finally,
I made it to the inflatable doll section.

I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also
substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car
pool lane during rush hour.

Finding what I wanted was difficult. 'Love Dolls' come in many
different models. The top of the line, according to the side of
the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal
husbandry. I settled for 'Lovable Louise.' She was at the bottom
of the price scale.

To call Louise a 'doll' took a huge leap of imagination.

On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump,
Louise came to life.

My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the
wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I
filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom.
I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of
milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of
hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been
to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy,
but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away,
then come back and bark some more.

We all agreed that Louise should remain in her pantyhose so the
rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the
traditional Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the
door.

'What the hell is that?' she asked.

My brother quickly explained, 'It's a doll.'

'Who would play with something like that?' Granny snapped.

I kept my mouth shut.

'Where are her clothes?' Granny continued.

'Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,' Jay said, to steer her
into the dining room.

But Granny was relentless. 'Why doesn't she have any teeth?'

Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas
and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, 'Hang
on Granny, hang on!'

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up
to me and said, ' Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?' I told
him she was Jay's friend.

A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to
Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we
realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who
had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly
Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning.
Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell
in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed
cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell
to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.

Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and
sat in the car.

It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to
decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had
suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.

Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her
to perfect health.

I can't wait until next Christmas.
 
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