Three Crazy Tales of Christmas
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Dec 23 2010
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Hi guys, CrazyRedPraetorian here with some tales of three of my most memorable Christmas holidays. I had four tales but BigRed said no stories about strippers, pimps, or shootouts.
My most memorable Christmas as a child was when I was 8 years old. I was living in Houston and went to my grandparents for the holiday. I was stoked because my Honda 50 was there and I was looking forward to doing some riding. When I arrived my grandparents broke the bad news to me, my grandmother had wrecked my motorcycle into a tree and it was in the shop for repairs. Now, to most people this wouldn’t be believable except that my grandmother had wrecked my motorcycle before, after having a few too many beers. My grandmother still loves her beer. She’s a hoot. So, to say I was disappointed was an understatement.
Christmas Eve we all went to my Aunt’s house for the family Christmas party and when we returned there was a bright shiny new motorcycle sitting in the living room. My grandfather had snuck it into the house while we were loading the car. My grandparents had traded my 50 in on a new bike. It looked just like the one pictured above and I was one happy kid.
About six years ago, I still had my game stores and my GW order was late, it arrived on Christmas Eve Day. At the time, I had the order shipped to one store, priced it, inventoried it, and split the order there because I had more space. On top of the order being a day late, the delivery guy was also late. I was beyond the point of being angry because I still had to process the order( a rather large order at that), drive 90 miles to the other store and we closed early that evening….and y’all thought it was easy being a store owner. I got that all sorted out and on the drive up there it started to snow…..WTH??? IT DOESN’T SNOW IN SOUTHEAST TEXAS!…and no one knows how to drive in it.
The manager of my north store had invited me to his mother’s for their family dinner. My son was at his mother’s and my girlfriend wasn’t due to be in town until Christmas morning. So, I went to Jeff’s house and had a great meal and started to relax. When I got ready to leave snow was still on the ground. That was downright bizarre because when it does snow in southeast Texas it NEVER sticks. Jeff invited me to stay the night rather than risk driving home. I declined and was rewarded for that action by getting to watch the driving antics of the Texas Snow Drivers. It was hilarious, cars and trucks were everywhere that they shouldn’t be. I finally made it home and watched the news, the snow was not letting up. My ex, Satan, doesn’t drive in inclement weather and my girlfriend was going to have to drive four plus hours. I was thinking that I was going to be spending Christmas alone.
Christmas Day, I had resigned myself to watching some tube and eating pizza for dinner. There was a knock at the door and there was my son with a huge smile on his face. It matched mine. It appears that Satan will drive in the snow. He was about five years old at the time and wanted to have a snowball fight. So, we played in snow until his lips were blue and then we went inside to see what Santa had brought him. After opening some presents and warming up a little we went outside to have another snowball fight. As we were going back in the house, my girlfriend pulled up in the driveway. It was a great Christmas.
Year before last, when I started painting my Praetorian army I told everyone I wanted a tank for Christmas. Well, my girlfriend and her daughters listened because I got a stack of tanks for Christmas that year. It was really special to me because I had just lost most of my belongings in Hurricane Ike, I was unemployed at the time and was trying to get back into 40K. The girls really came through for me and it meant a lot to me. Another great Christmas. I have truly been blessed to have the friends and family that I have.
What are some of your most memorable Christmas moments? Merry (early) Christmas everyone!!!
Now Go Roll Some Dice!!!
CRP
Author: Guest Columnist
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