Could You Repeat That?
This time of year it's hard not to have Christmas memories of some sort, isn't it? One of my favorites is when my brother was about six. He wanted with all his heart a Snoopy Scooter Shooter.
Waaaaay back then, in 1978, our little town did not have a mall. Instead Santa was usually swinging a bell for The Sal and you could pretty much tell him what you wanted whenever and wherever you saw him: the drug store, town square, the grocery store, etc. This was convenient because at that age we were usually out with our mom shopping or running errands.
One day we went to the grocery store and Santa asked my brother what he wanted for Christmas.
"A Snoopy Scooter Shooter!" he replied with all the enthusiasm his six-year-old body could muster (which was a lot).
"A Noopy Nooter Nooter?" Santa replied.
(Now may be a good time to mention that Santa was, um, "challenged". And though we are horribly PC these days, we were not back in good ole 1978. Let us resume.)
"No. I want a Snoopy Scooter Shooter, please," said my brother trying to be patient.
"A Noopy Nooter Nooter."
"NO! A Snoopy Scooter Shooter!"
"A Noopy Nooter Nooter."
"NO! I. WANT. A. SNOOPY. SCOOTER. SHOOTER. You know, the one with Snoopy? And his motorcycle shoots like this? (hand gestures; Santa nods and smiles) That's what I want. A Snoopy Scooter Shooter."
"A Noopy Nooter Nooter."
At this point my mother is in the fetal position because she is laughing so hard and my brother just shakes his head and walks away. Aahhh, Christmas in Small Town, Oklahoma. Good times.
That's a scene that belonged in "The Christmas Story"!
Posted by: Shalee | December 20, 2006 at 10:07 AM
Great story!
Posted by: Mommy Dearest | December 20, 2006 at 04:05 PM