Area Man Embraces German Holiday
I used to get Christmas time visits from
would beat me with sticks and chains, threaten that he
would put me in
his wicker basket and return to hell
with me. But every year, he would come back with the
whole "Are you kidding me? Last year you promised to be good!".
One year he even put me in the basket and hauled me over to
Ricky Olsen's house to have Ricky beat the tar out of
me in a failed attempt at reform. Kind of an
Ecclesiastical Scarred Straight program.
But the next year he would come back with that
disappointed look on his demonic face, carrying a list
of naughty things I had done. Well, we finally
agreed to disagree and that was the last I saw of
When asked if this was an accurate account of his trips
to Davy's house in the 70's, "So help me God, that
kid..." was all he would say, placing his black, scaly
forehead in his hands.