- Fizzy Thoughts: My Christmas Story

My Christmas Story

Sunday, December 21, 2008

When I was a small drink, we lived in a teensy-weensy town in Oregon. Dufur, Oregon. My dad and his best friend Gary worked for the city. And in a town of 500 people, this meant they pretty much were the city’s entire work force. They drove the ambulance. They dug graves. They fixed the roads and other stuff. And they were the garbage men.

One Christmas season, my mom made peppermint taffy. The next day, my dad and Gary showed up on the school playground dressed as Santa and his elf and tossed out the candy. I know this because I was there. It was either first or second grade, and my dad was Santa. And it’s a good thing I had a sense of humor even then, because Santa’s sleigh that he arrived on? It was the garbage truck. Santa and Elf tossed out their taffy, and then they left to finish collecting the trash.

What wacky Christmas memories do you have to share?

13 comment(s):

bermudaonion said...

What a great story! Thanks for sharing the picture with us.

Veens said...

Wow! :) That's a fun story!
I don't have a Christmas Story :(
I am sorry... I wish I had :(
And what a lovely pic :)

But I do remember my school days in the convent where i studied...

Little Veens used to cry a LOT when escorted to the school... she used to threaten the guy of her bus that she will jump off the bus... if he didn't stop it right there.. and take her back to her mom. The guy obviously afraid, that little Veens really would jump off... would pick her and seat her in his laps and hold her tightly... even more angry... Little Veens would pinch him.. bite and do whatever was possible! Poor little guy **sigh**

Mom testifies, little Veens was a hellish monster :(

Then after arriving at the school the good Sister' sat the convent.. in a way to mellow the little monster Veens, would take her to their big house and give her, her favorite bread in milk with sugar... little Veens was always mellowed with food.. she still is :D
and she would go secretly [ with out any Sister's noticing] and go sleep on one her teavhers bed and sleep of the entire time... when other kids would be learning ABCDEF... :)

End of Tale :)

Veens said...

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thanks :)

cali said...

You know, they don't seem to make men like your father anymore. A man who is willing to do whatever it takes to support his family. I think it's sweet that they shared the candy your mom made with all the kids in your town. Nice story. Love the ELF sweatshirt, too!

Merry holidays!

Ti said...

Love the ELF shirt. God love 'em.
I had a childhood that resembled that of a bad, made for tv movie so no special or zany Christmas memories to speak of.

I like reading all of the other stories though.

girasoli said...

I hope this was after you stopped believing in Santa. Great ELF shirt. I loved the fact that I couldn't see the shirt while reading your story. I don't think I have any Christmas memories that wacky.

bkclubcare said...

This is so sweet! I didn't even pick up on the ELF until reading the comments. oops. I can't think of any stories from my childhood. I can only think of the gifts that Santa didn't bring me - what an ungrateful little kid I must have been.

anne said...

Great story! And I love the photo. How awesome that your dad did this (and your mom too...not being a baker myself, I can only imagine the torture of making such quantities of taffy!)

softdrink said...

This is my favorite holiday photo.

I especially like the fact that ELF is totally uncentered on the sweatshirt. It cracks me up everytime I look at the photo.

lisamm said...

What a great story and picture!! That's hysterical. I don't have anything to share that would even come close.

lilly said...

Wow! That is such a great story. You must have had a really cool childhood.

Eden said...

I am laughing now and can't get over the fact that ELF had to identify himself with self-label or the children would have wondered who accompanied Santa! What a great dad you have!

I do not have a story that can compare to yours. Great story.

Dar said...

Love it-great story. Mine would be when I was 15 and my parents got someone to play Santa. He came barrelling in our house and sat me on his lap and left me a present. Needless to say at 15 I was mortified. Now I find it funny although they still won't tell me who was in that Santa suit.

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