Merry Christmas Dolly

[fasteddie]

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

It won first prize.

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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. 

[growalot]

Hahahahaha....Thanks for the laugh Eddie...Merry Christmas...

[Deerthug]

That was a great story Eddie. Thanks for the laugh!

[FX62]

Great story! Thanks for sharing.

[f3cbboy]

that was pretty funny. cool

[Water Rat]

That was a good one .

[silent death]

Lmao