Christmas Surprise


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HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM BARBARA ELSBORG

Christmas Surprise

Let me say straight away that I have the most awful memory. I think I’ve always struggled to remember things, even at school. I coped with exams by spending the month before learning everything off by heart—which worked perfectly until I had to cope with applying knowledge and then I came unstuck. Now I cope now by making lists. I have lists of lists. I am the Queen of Lists.

So when people talk about memories of Christmas, I go blank. I can barely remember what I did last Christmas let alone what happened when I was a little girl. I have a younger brother. Do I remember him being around when I was younger? No. I think I must have lived in a bubble. That would be a bubble with plenty of books and a TV.

So for things to stay in my memory they have to be quite major and usually funny. And to be honest, most of them involve my son. This would be the boy who drove his toy car into the Christmas tree and knocked it over along with the container of water it stood in and flooded the living room. The boy who fell off his chair at the dining table and took the cloth, the roast chicken and all the food with him. The boy who took his new bike out on Christmas morning and drove straight into a neighbour’s car causing a lot of damage. The four year old boy who when I took him Christmas shopping asked in a very loud voice, “What are you going to steal in here, Mummy?” It’s a long story and no, I’m not a thief.

But one Christmas, my teenage son and his friend played in the snow in our back garden. They spent a long while stamping up and down on the lawn and we had to call them in when it got dark. The next day, from a bedroom window, we saw what they’d been doing. They’d stamped the outline of a huge erect cock and balls – and the cock was spouting like a fountain.

With young kids living on one side of us, we sent out son the next day to muddle up what he’d done and thought no more about it until the snow melted. A hard frost had killed the grass he and his friend had exposed and we were left with a very clear outline of cock and balls on the lawn. It could be seen by passing planes. Hell, it could probably be seen from outer space.

So I wish you all a Happy Christmas – if you celebrate it—Happy Holidays if not and I also wish you lots of lovely memories, but not a giant size cock and balls on your lawn.

Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed that to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide. After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop. 

Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, or just a couple of bad boys and she hopes they are much fun to read as they were to write.

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41 Responses

  1. Hilarious. 😀 That’s what teenage boys are all about really. I love listening to their conversations on buses and trains. I always end up sniggering at something. Great post. Thanks for the giggle.

  2. Oh gawd, hahahahahahahaha! Love it!

  3. What I have to look forward too! Mine is just at the start of the teenage years so I will be watching out for snow!

  4. Who hasn’t heard a teenage cock and bull story, you can laugh but look how seriously they take it. I wish we all had that fascination before its faded into deep boring reality. Oh well…

  5. The lines on the lawn were so straight as well. They worked hard on their art work – less so on school work!

  6. I love this. LOL Were there any UFO sightings in your area at that time? Maybe, when seen from outer space it could be a beacon to alien life forms. :)

  7. Oh that the google maps plane had been going over that day!

  8. Beyond funny. I never know what you’ll share with us next and the stories about the son are priceless.

  9. What a thought, Charlie!

  10. Oh that’s brilliant! they’ve even given it hair. *facepalm* teenage lads are so funny. We had a ‘snow spartan’ in Abergavenny a year or two ago. So much work!

  11. Too, too funny. It’s kind of like you had your own partial version of the Cerne Abbas Giant of Dorset in your back yard.

  12. Absolutely hilarious, and great photo! Started out as “blind embossing, ended up with a foil stamp! This made my day, thank you

  13. Honestly. Boys, eh?

  14. It could have been worse…One school I know of, had a particularly rebellions year and that summer the departing girlies drew something similar on the lacrosse pitch – in mustard and cress! Even weed killer couldn’t get rid of it completely!

  15. Love it!

  16. Reminds me of Anasazi lines. *snickers* Maybe your yard will become a sacred site, where people walk the pattern.

    Sorry, Barb.

    Where was that boy’s mother?

  17. That is freaking hilarous!!!!

  18. Oh dear. My town had the dubious fame of having the largest graffitti cock and balls on a building site fence in the county. It was there for several weeks until the fence got repainted. It too had hair and spurting.

  19. Your son certainly keep your lives lively. LOL.

    • Yes, bless his heart. He’s had a lot of horrible things happen to him – including being attacked and his back being stamped on which broke a bone in his spine. He had his jaw broken when he was playing football and his teeth smashed into his upper palate. He broke… I won’t go on – but I could!!!

  20. There’s a huge hedge about forty minutes south of my hometown, trimmed into a very tall cock and balls. It was actually featured on the local news, with lots of embarrassing nudge-wink commentary…

  21. Definitely a Christmas memory for the books, Oh my *still giggling*

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