| Posted Dec 2012
(Here is the link to Part One.)
http://my.desktopnexus.com/CollieSmile/journal/the-great-santa-claus-fight-part-one-4302/
Cindy shrieked at us to stop-stop-STOP!-- but we ignored her. My poor brother was terrified. "They are going to KILL each other!" Carl yelled. I was having some trouble breathing, and my scratches hurt. I was sort of amazed at what was happening, even though I was in the thick of it.
Cindy and Carl scrambled to get out of the way. I believe that at least one chair got knocked over. I\'m amazed that the Christmas tree didn\'t fall down. But somehow our knockdown drag out floor fight headed away from the tree and towards our dining room.
In the dining room on a table, was a plastic icicle tree decorated with small colored Christmas tree bulbs. The little tree toppled over as the dining room table shook. Several little ornaments rolled off the table and onto the floor. Many of them promptly got crunched on the battleground.
Jayne and I fell down on the dining room floor with a particularly loud crash. Directly under us, coming from the basement, we heard a loud startled yowl. Oliver, our Siamese Cat, had been sleeping in one of his favorite places, in the heating pipes near the basement ceiling. We had landed exactly above him! Needless to say, he was probably no longer there.
After that crash onto the floor, we started to slow down some. I think we were both feeling the need to come up for some air. And then--- the telephone rang. We looked at Cindy. "I\'M not getting it!" she announced.
Jayne glared at her and headed for the phone. It was amusing to see her face go from a scowl to a smile, as she was forced to say "Hello?" in a pleasant voice. Then she had to keep on talking just as sweetly. Her current boyfriend was on the line.
The telephone call gave us all time to calm down and cool down. When Jayne hung up the phone she was looking pretty sheepish. I\'m sure that I was too. We started picking up what was left of the little ornaments that had fallen on the floor. We tried to hang the unsmashed ones back on the little icicle tree in such a way that several newly emptied places on it wouldn\'t show.
Jayne and I begged Cindy not to tell Mom and Dad about what had happened. We were worried about getting into trouble.
"I\'ll think about it." Cindy said haughtily. We had really given her and Carl a good scare. We had not quit fighting when she had asked/hollered at us to. She now had a power card to play and she was not going to let it go easily!
A day or two went by and Cindy didn\'t say anything. We were eating lunch in the dining room one afternoon when Mom happened to spot a piece of broken ornament that we had missed picking up from the little icicle tree. Puzzled, she asked if anyone knew what had happened. Cindy promptly pointed to Jayne and I and said, "Ask THEM!" That is how the story finally leaked out.
Mom and Dad were amazed, at a lot of things, I guess. How in the World could we get so Mad about some ornaments on the Christmas Tree? Did we realize how Old we were? Jayne in High School and me almost there too?
We laugh about it now, at least once every Christmas Season. It is a true family legend. Sometimes I am still amazed that it really happened. It will forever be known by our family as "The Great Santa Claus Fight." |
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