Love Santa going to the IRS with his record of gifts .
The bottom three are my favorites. Poor dad in #6 goofed up in getting this scrawny tree, and his wife isn’t helping. All he can do is try to affix a hook to the ceiling and attach the over-sized star to it. It might be able to stand up this way, but I wouldn’t attach any ornaments to it. Maybe some strands of tinsel?
The boy on Santa’s lap may be too old if he’s bitter about receiving clothing. I get it. I wanted Mattel’s ‘Thingmaker’, ‘Creepy Crawlers’, Creeple People’ and other (now long outlawed) toys involving heating plastic to the point of melting. A banana seat bike with the raised handle bars, and Hot Wheels with the loop-de-loop race tracks.
As a teen, mom took me to some department stores to pick out clothing I wanted that was to be a “surprise” under the tree Christmas day. At the Florsheim store I picked out the two-toned blueberry/cranberry platform shoes I saw advertised in Playboy and she said yes. They were all the rage in 1974; you had to be there. My dad wasn’t pleased–at all. “I would’ve been sent home from school or anywhere for that matter, wearing shoes like that!”
Poor exhausted dad at the bottom. He needs to stretch out in a relaxing bathtub of warm-hot effervescing eucalyptus water, then head to bed for a day of relaxing sleep after the night he had, Christmas or not.
Those last two were the best. When I was a young lad I felt like that young man on Santa’s lap. Then I was up extremely early Christmas AM eagerly wanting to see what Santa came through for me.
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Love Santa going to the IRS with his record of gifts .
The bottom three are my favorites. Poor dad in #6 goofed up in getting this scrawny tree, and his wife isn’t helping. All he can do is try to affix a hook to the ceiling and attach the over-sized star to it. It might be able to stand up this way, but I wouldn’t attach any ornaments to it. Maybe some strands of tinsel?
The boy on Santa’s lap may be too old if he’s bitter about receiving clothing. I get it. I wanted Mattel’s ‘Thingmaker’, ‘Creepy Crawlers’, Creeple People’ and other (now long outlawed) toys involving heating plastic to the point of melting. A banana seat bike with the raised handle bars, and Hot Wheels with the loop-de-loop race tracks.
As a teen, mom took me to some department stores to pick out clothing I wanted that was to be a “surprise” under the tree Christmas day. At the Florsheim store I picked out the two-toned blueberry/cranberry platform shoes I saw advertised in Playboy and she said yes. They were all the rage in 1974; you had to be there. My dad wasn’t pleased–at all. “I would’ve been sent home from school or anywhere for that matter, wearing shoes like that!”
Poor exhausted dad at the bottom. He needs to stretch out in a relaxing bathtub of warm-hot effervescing eucalyptus water, then head to bed for a day of relaxing sleep after the night he had, Christmas or not.
Those last two were the best. When I was a young lad I felt like that young man on Santa’s lap. Then I was up extremely early Christmas AM eagerly wanting to see what Santa came through for me.