Friday, December 19, 2008

I wanna believe again,,,,and again.


This is the third time I've posted this over the years that I've been blogging ; Just some thoughts that run through my head about Christmas and believing.
Our friend Randy sent this to my email today and I'm still laughing.
This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find
out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. This won first prize.

Christmas With Louise

As a joke, my brother 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
were 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 panty hose 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 had several candidates in mind, but 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
panty hose, 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!

14 comments:

Sally said...

HAHAHAHAHA

Poor Louise, and poor Grandpa!!! :)

Diane of Crafty Passions said...

That was a funny post , thanks for the smile!!
Diane

Donna said...

Poor Grandpa Indeed! Old Fart!!Hahaaaa...
I think Grandma had the right idea!!Hahaaaa.....funny story...Happy weekend!!hughugs

Jeanne said...

I think if I was eating cranberry sauce when I read this I'd have been passing it through my nose. LOL Thanks for sharing Brenda. So glad you're playing. Your letter is "S". Look forward to what you come up with.

Butterfly Gardener said...

LOL! That is too funny.

Just Joni said...

what a hoot...our Christmas dinners are very boring in comparison!

thanks for the giggle ~

Jeanette said...

OMG! THAT is hilarious! Oh to have been there!

Donna said...

If I was eating cranberry sauce while I read this, it would have exited through my nose too! ROFL!!!!!!

Kellan said...

This is the funniest story every - I just loved it! You always put a smile on my face!!

I hope you have a fabulous Christmas week - see you - Kellan

Attila The Mom said...

Bahahahahaha!!

joan said...

LOL That one made me laugh this morning. Have a good one!

Nonnie said...

LOL....yes, our dinners in comparison seem quite tame! :)
xo
kimberly

Sally said...

I went back and read "this" again. That's a great story, and I think you should post it every single year. I guess I must have stopped believing when Mom gave us Sears gift certificates. hahaha

Hope you're okay!! (HUGS)

Karen M said...

Hilarious!!