Yikes, five days until Christmas. Anyone out there in BlogLand ready?Speaking of Christmas, in my writing group, where we talk about just anything, we were talking about how clowns were absolutely the scariest things and it reminded me of a story about when my Used-to-Be-Adopted-Daughter (long story) first moved in with me. She's out there on her own now but I'll never forget the night I learned the one thing she was most fearful of - NUTCRACKERS.
I have loved nutcrackers from as far back as I can remember, but it was only in the last few years I seriously started collecting them. I'm not sure how many I have but it's enough to make you sit up and take notice when you come into my living room at Christmas time.
I've got all kinds from the usual to the unusual. I've even got a Goldilocks and a Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Not half as scary as clowns and they sure light up the living room.
At Christmas, I take them out of the attic and line the taller ones in front of the Christmas tree and the smaller ones on top of my computer table and my bookcase. I don't even know why they intrigue me so, but I just love them all.
However, my Used-to-Be-Adopted Daughter never shared my love for nutcrackers and found them akin to Chuckie Dolls, and I'm not talking about the Rugrats.
When she first moved in here, she had to sleep on the sofa right beside the Christmas tree. As she didn't want to make a scene, she casually asked me if I could turn the nutcrackers facing the wall so that they would not be staring at her.
I thought it was hilarious, but as she was already traumatized, I did it.
Granted, she was 22-years-old, but if I had an army of clowns staring at me while I was trying to go to sleep, I would have nightmares for a year.
But, one night, after she had gone to sleep, I did something that will probably cause me to have bad karma the rest of my life.
I took the tall nutcrackers and lined them in front of her, facing her, so that when she woke up, they'd be staring straight at her.
When she awoke the next morning, an army of nutcrackers greeted her and I've never heard a scream so loud in all my life.
Needless to say, her stay at my house only lasted a couple years but it was fun while it lasted.
Clowns ARE scary, aren't they? Haven't had to sleep with any staring at me, though. But when I used to sleep over at some relatives of my stepdad - well, now, they had stuffed deer heads on the wall. Very scary.
ReplyDeleteHi, Dorothy. Thanks for stopping by the blog. Keep the comments coming. :)
ReplyDeleteOne time my son was really little and he and some other little boys entered a rodeo together. They each had to ride a sheep. After the ride, I asked my son if it scared him and he said, riding the sheep didn't scare him, but the clown that pushed the sheep out of the chute did!
ReplyDeleteClowns are scary.
ReplyDeleteI did an entry about psycho anarchistic clowns in my blog...I can't remember what month it's in, but go check it out.
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