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Post by retired2 Tue Dec 09, 2014 10:54 pm

This was submitted in 1999 to the Louisville Sentinel contest to find out
who had the wildest Christmas dinner stories. This 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 Thelma." She was at the bottom of the price scale.



To call Thelma a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination.


On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Thelma 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 Thelma'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 to myself 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 Thelma 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 Thelma 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 Thelma.
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 Thelma made a
noise, then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice,
and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screeched. 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 Thelma's collapse. We discovered that Thelma 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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Post by gale force Wed Dec 10, 2014 7:14 am

My first chuckle of the day!! Thanks R2!
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