January 25, 2012
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This is one of the lesser-told stories from my Dad. Early one Christmas morning, my Mom and Dad went out for a walk along their street. It was December 1968, three months after they were married.
According to my Dad, they were out walking in the snow, enjoying the crisp winter air and the peaceful moments of their first Christmas as a couple. A couple of blocks into their walk, they happened to pass in front of one house with a very large living room window. My Dad glanced over, and there in the middle of the window in full view was a woman. She was stretching as a cat would do, with her eyes closed and her arms fully extended.
My Dad stopped walking, and so my Mom stopped and glanced over too. By the time the poor woman finished her morning stretch, there were two people on the sidewalk outside her house, stopped and staring. The woman in the house opened her eyes and then immediately went into panic mode, covered her chest and ran away.
Dad says that they laughed about it all the way home, and then again when they told the rest of my relatives the story.
I heard that story when I was young, but then when I was about 30 that story came up again, and my Dad was telling it with much the same patter. However, now that I was older he added one final detail: "Son, to the day I die, I will have the image of that woman burned in my memory."
Cheers to the Christmas Morning Flasher!
Posted by Hammer at January 25, 2012 12:01 PM
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