Monday, December 15, 2008

Strange, but true, holiday facts

Elves, normally very mellow creatures, are a bit frazzled this time of year. Did you know that the tradition of giving coal & sticks in stockings of bad boys and girls originated because an elf was in hyper-ass covering mode? Twue. Like I said, at this time of the year, elves are pretty stressed. One elf (whose name has been lost to posterity or purposely kept hidden, you decide) who was unusually stressed out due to an influx of requests for toy trains when HE had geared up his department for toy trucks, decided that as a means to keep inventory from running out, he would arbitrarily declared any boys "bad" who asked for trains instead of trucks and would deliver coal and sticks instead. Now if the boys were asking for trucks, then they were "good" and got not one, but usually two or more trucks so that "the big guy" wouldn't catch on that he had overdid it on the trucks and not anticipated "trains". The elf in charge of dolls was coerced into going along with this scheme (something to do with pictures of him and the reindeer, but that's another story), but since he had plenty of dolls in stock, only half-heartedly delivered some coal and sticks to a few girls (mostly ones caught playing with trucks or asking for trains). This, by the way, was the beginning of the fairy tale that girls are nicer than boys.

2 comments:

Sharon said...

Cute. My favorite "bad kid" Christmas story (100% true) was of the year my little brother was so bad my parents told him Santa would not bring him presents if he didn't straighten out. My brother shot back the comment that he wasn't worried because he knew Santa had already DELIVERED the presents; he'd seen them in our parents' closet!!

So, Santa had to magically EMPTY some of the gift boxes, to get the point across to this kid (aged 5 or 6) that Santa was very powerful, and could TAKE AWAY gifts from bad little boys, too!

Shadywoods said...

That is cute! I was a horrible present seeker. I found them in the woodpile one year. A closet the next. Then my parents got "smart" and started hiding them in the attic (hidden stair case that pulled down from the ceiling). I played with my toys at least two Christmas' in a row without detection.

Finally, and apparently out of desperation, my mother took to hiding them in the car trunk. Suspicious, she started carrying the car keys with her - even at home. Her suspicions were confirmed when she looked out the kitchen window shortly before Christmas and saw me standing quietly behind the car, staring intently at the trunk. Man, can she screech when she wants too!!