This was too funny not to pass along.....
 
 

    
This is an article submitted to a  1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out 
who had the wildest Christmas  dinners. It won first prize. 


As a joke, my brother Jay 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 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 pantyhose 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 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 mantel, 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. 

I can't wait until next  Christmas. 

















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