Christmas Story

by Lisa (and story by Anonymous) 

I do believe that Bill is coming back today, so I better post something fresh in order to keep out of trouble. Below is a Christmas story that Susie sent me and I found very funny. It has apparently circulated on the web for a while, so if you have seen it don’t complain.  

CHRISTMAS WITH LOUISE

 

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his

fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill

them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true

because every Christmas morning, although Jay’s kids’ stockings were

overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.

 

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and

went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don’t sell those things

at Walmart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you’ve never

been in a X-rated store, don’t go. You’ll only confuse yourself. I was

there an hour saying things like, “What does this do?” “You’re kidding

me! Who would buy that?”

 

Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a

standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger

in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.

 

Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different

models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do

things I’d only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for

“Lovable Louise.” She was at the bottom of the price scale.

 

To call Louise a “doll” took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas

Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.

 

My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee

morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the

dangling pantyhose with Louise’s pliant legs and bottom. I also ate

some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby

tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.

 

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his

house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the

dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and

bark some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty

hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for

the traditional Christmas dinner.

 

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. “What

the hell is that?” she asked. My brother quickly explained, “It’s a doll.”

 

“Who would play with something like that?” Granny snapped. I had

several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.

“Where are her clothes?” Granny continued. “Boy, that turkey sure

smells nice, Gran,” Jay said, trying to steer her into the dining room.

But Granny was relentless.

 

“Why doesn’t she have any teeth?” Again, I could have answered, but why

would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the

ambulance saying, “Hang on Granny, Hang on!”

 

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to

me and said, “Hey, who’s the naked gal by the fireplace?” I told him

she was Jay’s friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the

mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting.

It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa’s last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died,

who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a

noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning.

Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and

fell in a heap in front of the sofa.  The cat screamed. I passed

cranberry sauce through my nose, and grandpa ran across the room, fell

to his knees, and began administering mouth to mouth resuscitation.

 

My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants and Granny threw

down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.

 

It was, indeed, a Christmas to treasure and remember.

 

Later in my brother’s garage, we conducted a thorough examination to

decide the cause of Louise’s collapse. We discovered that Louise had

suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately,

thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.

Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies. I think

Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house.

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