My Dad was a practical joker, and I begged him for a HORSE for Christmas. We lived in the country, and I rode the neighbor's horses, but I wanted my own horse to love and care for.
Christmas morning, my Father and siblings, told me to go look out front. I was so excited...but there on the ground, was a broken rope and a pile of horse manure...Dad said "oh, Santa brought you one, but he must have run away"...They ALL thought that was sooooo funny. I didn't think it was funny...I cried.
Postscript..the very next Christmas there really WAS a horse for me out front. Guess they felt horrible about the year before :~)..Merry Christmas Carlo.
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I really wanted a new bike but never ever believed I would get one.. training wheels, a bell, a basket and all..sigh.. What a Christmas.. We used my aunt's big old washtub for going down hills, who needed a fancy sled anyway? :)
Oh how mean! Glad you got one the next year though!