A CHRISTMAS STORY

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A CHRISTMAS STORY

A couple of years ago, two people had a chance meeting. After a short courtship, they decided to spend their lives together in wedded bliss. Yes, there was childrens involved, but the house seemed somewhat empty. So along came baby Emma. Even though she was born in September, one could argue that Emma was is a Christmas baby, as she was conceived after a rousing game of 'strip present wrapping'. Now, I'm not real sure of the rules to this game, but I do know that I won. Soon, the two of us and all five kidlets moved to the country. It was a quaint little home, affectionately known as 'the compound'. That's because it looks like we should have a six foot high fence all around, and sit in lawn chairs with loaded shot guns waiting for the FBI to show up. But I digress.

As the next Christmas rolled around, I decided we needed a family Christmas tradition. The way I see it, Christmas is for little ones, and all about the memories that are created when a person is young. Who among us doesn't get a warm fuzzy feeling when we reminisce about Christmas mornings of yesteryear. Getting up and rushing to see what Santa brought, hurriedly waking up our parental units so we can open presents, the big turkey dinner with Grandma and all our Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. Ahhhhh, the memories. And the trees. The trees were always perfect. Tall, full, decorated just so.

I do see a problem with the tree, however. First of all, the hassle. Cut it down. Water it every day. All the needles. Second, what sort of special tradition is it when everyone has one? Third, if baby Jesus was born in the desert, where did the pine tree come from? I've been in the desert a few times, and never saw one there. After deep thought, I had it. The perfect family tradition for us.

BEHOLD, THE CHRISTMAS FENDER

Oh, some say "it ain't right". (my wife, parents, etc.) And that's fine for them. But one thing I'm sure of. Our kids will remember the Christmas Fender and all it represents. So from all of us at the compound to all you out there - MERRY CHRISTMAS

Roger, Kathy, Aaron, Laurynn, Emma, and Nuff Nuff the guard dog.


	ICEBERGKARTS.COM \| home T-N-T \| Rosebud \| A CHRISTMAS STORY A CHRISTMAS STORY A couple of years ago, two people had a chance meeting. After a short courtship, they decided to spend their lives together in wedded bliss. Yes, there was childrens involved, but the house seemed somewhat empty. So along came baby Emma. Even though she was born in September, one could argue that Emma was is a Christmas baby, as she was conceived after a rousing game of 'strip present wrapping'. Now, I'm not real sure of the rules to this game, but I do know that I won. Soon, the two of us and all five kidlets moved to the country. It was a quaint little home, affectionately known as 'the compound'. That's because it looks like we should have a six foot high fence all around, and sit in lawn chairs with loaded shot guns waiting for the FBI to show up. But I digress. As the next Christmas rolled around, I decided we needed a family Christmas tradition. The way I see it, Christmas is for little ones, and all about the memories that are created when a person is young. Who among us doesn't get a warm fuzzy feeling when we reminisce about Christmas mornings of yesteryear. Getting up and rushing to see what Santa brought, hurriedly waking up our parental units so we can open presents, the big turkey dinner with Grandma and all our Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. Ahhhhh, the memories. And the trees. The trees were always perfect. Tall, full, decorated just so. I do see a problem with the tree, however. First of all, the hassle. Cut it down. Water it every day. All the needles. Second, what sort of special tradition is it when everyone has one? Third, if baby Jesus was born in the desert, where did the pine tree come from? I've been in the desert a few times, and never saw one there. After deep thought, I had it. The perfect family tradition for us. BEHOLD, THE CHRISTMAS FENDER Oh, some say "it ain't right". (my wife, parents, etc.) And that's fine for them. But one thing I'm sure of. Our kids will remember the Christmas Fender and all it represents. So from all of us at the compound to all you out there - MERRY CHRISTMAS Roger, Kathy, Aaron, Laurynn, Emma, and Nuff Nuff the guard dog.