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Prose/Stories : The Christmas gift
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From: MSN Nicknamepotleek  (Original Message)Sent: 12/17/2006 9:06 PM

The Christmas Gift

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It was coming up to Christmas again; shops were busy and people rushing about like ants in a frenzy, I suppose in a way I was getting a little excited too and as usual the little hints were being dropped as what to buy for my nearest and dearest, she then asked. “What would you like for Christmas this year dear?�?/P>

Well she knows I’m into making and building things and there is always some kind of tool or piece of equipment I would like, that is the macho side of me but there is also another side to me that people never get to see.

So I said, “To be different this year I would love a Sex kit.�?SPAN>  I had seen them in the sex shop in town. Only in passing mind you, not that I frequent the place.

You get him and hers sexy underwear, massage oils and an assortment of adult rubber utensils to put it mildly.

Now in my wildest dreams I know I had very little chance of ever getting one, as she is a very shy reserved person, so I kind of laughed it off as a joke.

The time came when the Christmas tree and decorations went up and slowly small gift-wrapped presents would appear underneath the tree.  Then the day before Christmas day a gaily wrapped box appeared beneath the Christmas tree and I became curious as part of the wrapping had been torn, peeping in I could just see the letters L and E, now I was more than curious in fact my heart beat a little faster, could it be what I had jokingly asked for, the mind started to boggle.

The rest of the day my nearest and dearest went around as though nothing was different, not a hint or a sly look, that night I think I was as excited about Christmas as I was when I was a young boy, it took me ages to get to sleep.

Christmas morning came and the feelings were just the same, I gave her the presents I had lovingly bought for her, she then proceeded to give me mine, I sat as she handed me each one from beneath the Christmas tree and opened them with a smile and thanked her…Then came the last one, the one where the wrapping had been slightly torn, she handed it to me saying, “I know you have wanted something like this for a long time.�?SPAN>  I could hardly contain my excitement now.

I slowly entered my finger into the small slit and slightly enlarged it, I could definitely see the letters LE, I then ripped it slightly more, another letter came into view LEG, it had to be, it must be, a leg over kit.  I couldn’t contain myself any longer, in a wild frenzy I ripped the wrapping paper off to expose a brightly coloured box with bright yellow letters on the front, I could hardly believe my eyes, a bloody Lego set.



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From: MSN NicknameVocalDixSent: 12/18/2006 9:35 AM
LOL well you said you liked to build stuff haha.  My kids had that and I still love to play with Lego!

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From: MSN NicknamepotleekSent: 12/18/2006 9:13 PM
Dixie it's just as well that some of us really never quite grow out of that childhood thing and still enjoy playing and building things.
From a child to father and grandfather I still get the chance to build things.
Thanks for reading and commenting it is so much appreciated...Tony

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From: MSN NicknameVocalDixSent: 12/18/2006 9:59 PM
You are quite welcome Tony!  I was nanny for two years for a good friend's little boy.  From age 6 weeks to age 2!  He was 3 this past September 5th.  I have pictures in my album of little Bo.  He got the big lego, but I have always been a tomboy and told Linda if she had had a girl I refused to play dolls lol.  I taught him to build, read, walk, trains and shapes and colors.  I teach Kindergarten so am still a kid!

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From: MSN NicknameZydhaSent: 12/19/2006 12:10 AM
I commented on this in your Collective thread, Tony, but having just read it again....
 
it really is a great read, and I know what you mean about 'playing with the kids things at Christmas....Charli is getting a Scalectrix set and I know it is also for Grandad, he has had great fun finding all the extras and has planned where it will  go etc,  lol, Zy

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