It was probably eighteen or nineteen years ago I came home from work for dinner on Christmas Eve. Being a State Trooper and working nights, the evening meal was special, especially for my two daughters who were 5 and 3 years of age. It, being the night before Christmas, all their hopes and wishes were bound up and ready for the next morning. It was around 7pm and I was a few minutes late. I arrived home and found the girls dressed in their Christmas pajamas and robes and digging into the meal like two cannibals feeding after a cruise ship wreck.
I walked over to the table and my wife was in the kitchen doing some last minute cooking and told me she would have a plate for me in minute. I told her her no hurry and sat down in my usual spot next to my oldest daughter, for a reason. She was starting to read and had an understanding of what my job was, to some extent. My wife knew nothing of what was about to take place.
I looked at my oldest daughter and as I asked her "Guess who I stopped awhile ago"? She looked up at me and I dropped a ticket, made out with Santa's name and his address showing the North Pole written on it, in front of her. I had the speed written as 108/55 and a beautiful, (forged of course) signature of the man himself across the edge where the violator signs.
My eldest stopped eating and looked at the ticket for a moment and just stared at me like a calf looking at a new gate, with a few tears welling up, of course. My youngest, never slowed down eating for a second until she realized her oldest sister had vapor locked in mid-bite and was teared up. She, not wanting to be interrupted as she had other plans after eating, asked "what did he do"? My eldest replied "He wrote Santa a speeding ticket"...
My youngest, who was by no means the quitest, instantly teared up and blurted out "Dad, you just went and ruined the whole thing". My timing, bad as usual, now enters my wife and has returned with two girls who had minutes ago, been on top of the world. Now they were all teared up and she cannot figure out what was happening. She asked them and they explained, somewhat, as best they could, over the shock that had now paralyzed their pajama clad bodies, what I had done to Santa Clause. My wife looked at me and she found this in no way funny. I smirked at her and then looked and the girls and just cracked up, finally I confessed I had faked the ticket. They immediatley showed a nervous laughter, more relieved than upset and we continued with the evening.
They remember that event it to this day and we all laugh about it now, my wife included.
Merry Christmas, go build some memories...
I walked over to the table and my wife was in the kitchen doing some last minute cooking and told me she would have a plate for me in minute. I told her her no hurry and sat down in my usual spot next to my oldest daughter, for a reason. She was starting to read and had an understanding of what my job was, to some extent. My wife knew nothing of what was about to take place.
I looked at my oldest daughter and as I asked her "Guess who I stopped awhile ago"? She looked up at me and I dropped a ticket, made out with Santa's name and his address showing the North Pole written on it, in front of her. I had the speed written as 108/55 and a beautiful, (forged of course) signature of the man himself across the edge where the violator signs.
My eldest stopped eating and looked at the ticket for a moment and just stared at me like a calf looking at a new gate, with a few tears welling up, of course. My youngest, never slowed down eating for a second until she realized her oldest sister had vapor locked in mid-bite and was teared up. She, not wanting to be interrupted as she had other plans after eating, asked "what did he do"? My eldest replied "He wrote Santa a speeding ticket"...
My youngest, who was by no means the quitest, instantly teared up and blurted out "Dad, you just went and ruined the whole thing". My timing, bad as usual, now enters my wife and has returned with two girls who had minutes ago, been on top of the world. Now they were all teared up and she cannot figure out what was happening. She asked them and they explained, somewhat, as best they could, over the shock that had now paralyzed their pajama clad bodies, what I had done to Santa Clause. My wife looked at me and she found this in no way funny. I smirked at her and then looked and the girls and just cracked up, finally I confessed I had faked the ticket. They immediatley showed a nervous laughter, more relieved than upset and we continued with the evening.
They remember that event it to this day and we all laugh about it now, my wife included.
Merry Christmas, go build some memories...
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