My personal favorite Christmas Story I LMAO every year I pull this out!!

>This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find
>out who had the wildest Christmas dinner. 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, 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 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, trying 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 that
>sounded a lot 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 and 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. Louise went on to star in several
>bachelor party movies. I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get
>out of the house.
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