Memories of Christmas Past

We had friends many years ago, with boys who were just a tad older than ours. For some reason they got it into their (sweet, sweeeeet) heads that our darlin’ little boys required toys that made much noise, as if 3 boys ages 5,4 and 2 couldn’t make enough on their own. So every year, they would try to outdo themselves from the previous year and give our sweet children the noisiest toy they could find, which usually found it’s unfortunate demise a week later in the back yard, accidentally under the blades of a lawnmower. oops. However, one year Terry had his payback, O So Sweet. Our friends had a beautiful and modern house that he’d built himself…quite literally. And this amazing and chic house had a beautiful enormous plate glass window overlooking a ravine and hardwood forest. He was very proud of his plate glass window. Terry found a large ‘granite rock’ made of foam rubber, very realistic looking, with a loud noisemaker inside that sounded like shattering glass. He made arrangements with their 7 year old son to open the package and react appropriately. Peter opened the box and looked inside, then made a very disgusted noise and shouted “IT’S JUST A STUPID ROCK!” and threw it as hard as he could at the plate glass window. His parents were in the kitchen and all they heard was his statement and the sound of shattering glass. That was the last time there was a noisy gift exchange.

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3 Responses to Memories of Christmas Past

  1. Nichole says:

    That is mean and awesome.

  2. Bella Rum says:

    🙂 beats the whoopee cushion and that rubber vomit thing.

  3. What a hoot…. I’d have loved to seen the look on your friend’s face.
    jj

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