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?