Friends,
Come with me to a place that time forgot, before the propane blew up. Come to my little burg where townfolk gather in the square…
…to await the arrival of Santa and his missus on the back of a fire truck (shouldn’t that fire truck been waiting over by the splodey fields? – ed That was later. Check your history.).
But what we were all waiting for, of course was the lighting of the 80-foot Christmas Tree in the center of town accompanied by clapping and cheers!
Then the power went out.
Not kidding.
Your pal,
bob