DECEMBER 15, 1967
It's Christmas
Paper crunching behind closed doors.
Three inches left on the roll of tape.
Hamburgers smoking on the stove.
"No, John, you can't give Mom a turtle."
"How should I know if it's snowing? Go look."
(I can't find the Santa Claus suit!
Oh, I washed it.
You washed it!)
Strong smell of smoke in the air. Oh, NO!
"I'm sorry. I forgot to turn the hamburgers."
"Don't let the dog drink from the tree stand."
Santa Claus suits shrink a lot. Size 8.
(Daddy, why is a turkey's skin so loose?
How do you know it's loose?
I just pulled some off.)
The Weather Bureau predicts that the blizzard moving across the Midwest will bury Chicago under a total of 18 inches of snow by morning. This has been a special report from your friendly radio station ..........
"Oh, good gravy."
It's too early to, make the gravy.
"Good Night!"
Are you going to bed already?
"For the luva Pete!"
Who's Pete?