Page 2 Dapper D, The Christmas Skeleton

That night, Tim, Big'n, and I hid behind a wall with the skeleton up on the wall, glowing and smoking. On Christmas Eve, it is the custom here for families to drive around and look at each other's Christmas lights.  All these cars drove by slowly, looking at our Christmas skeleton. “Oh, my God!" an old lady gasped. "Daddy, what's THAT?" a child asked timidly. "Poor taste!" someone else chimed in. We were drinking beer and laughing our asses off. Our wives told us we were acting like children. As if there was something wrong with that. Now it's an annual tradition. We pick a different house each year.

Kids to the rescue! My brother-in-law, Tony, upon finding the grisly apparition on his dewey lawn at daybreak, assumed it was the work of teenage hooligans and promptly disposed of Dapper D. Fortunately, Tony's sons Yorgo, Pavlo, & Yanni,  intervened.

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