A Christmas Eve Past.
Dec. 24th, 2017 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tina_blackIn June of this particular year, I saw an ad for a forthcoming book about the Teenie Weenies, comic characters from the 1940s and 1950s. John Taylor was a major Teenie Weenies fan, so I called his wife and said "I saw an ad for this book. Dibs on it for a gift." She agreed since I saw it first I could get it for him. So I ordered it. In June, mind you.
August anniversary came, no book. October birthday came, no book. I pretty much put the idea aside, but the Christmas stuff was so boring! Shirts! Meh! It was Christmas eve, and almost everything was wrapped, even a boring pile of shirt boxes. The phone rang. It was the bookstore asking if I still wanted that book. Yes!! "And don't you dare close before I get there!" It was Lawrence, so it only took about 10 minutes to get downtown for the book. I got it home...and in a fit of inspiration put it in a shirt box and hid it in the pile of boring shirts.
Christmas, you could tell he was bored with the shirts -- heck, *I* was bored with the shirts -- and then he hit the box with the hidden book. He picked it up, whammed it back in the box and let out a scream, then hid his head in his hood and yelled "Who did this to me?" "Me. At least it isn't a boring shirt."
He came out, opened the box again, opened the book, and did not come out for anything until he had finished it.
Many years later he still said it was the best present he ever got.
August anniversary came, no book. October birthday came, no book. I pretty much put the idea aside, but the Christmas stuff was so boring! Shirts! Meh! It was Christmas eve, and almost everything was wrapped, even a boring pile of shirt boxes. The phone rang. It was the bookstore asking if I still wanted that book. Yes!! "And don't you dare close before I get there!" It was Lawrence, so it only took about 10 minutes to get downtown for the book. I got it home...and in a fit of inspiration put it in a shirt box and hid it in the pile of boring shirts.
Christmas, you could tell he was bored with the shirts -- heck, *I* was bored with the shirts -- and then he hit the box with the hidden book. He picked it up, whammed it back in the box and let out a scream, then hid his head in his hood and yelled "Who did this to me?" "Me. At least it isn't a boring shirt."
He came out, opened the box again, opened the book, and did not come out for anything until he had finished it.
Many years later he still said it was the best present he ever got.