Dillydipper
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We had a neighbor way back in the old neighborhood, a beat cop with a yello convertible to wash each weekend. But he really distinguished himself every December. On Christmas Eve, several neighbors wiith kids, would receive a phone call, telling them their kids should look outside into the street. And sure enough, there would be some sort of Jolly Old Elf in a red suit and white beard, pacing up and down the avenue, making wide, obvious gestures to his watch, and waving his arms in exasperation and frustration, tapping his feet, and looking Right At YOU, whichever window had a young face looking throough it. And you can bet EVERY tyke in the block would dash upstairs to bed, practically tucking themselves in, lights out and quiet, as Mom and Dad would suddenly find time to themselves for whatever they'd planned to do that evening, maybe "clean out the closets" or something....
Why am I telling you this? Because, if there were ever a reason for a mythical holiday figurhead to be let loose on that mythical, palm-tree-lined boulevard in their mythical Burbank location from the record label for just such a purpose...make sure you give that elfin icon a boombox to carry over his head, blasting "Listen To The Music", all the way up and down the street, Cusack-like.
Why am I telling you this? Because, if there were ever a reason for a mythical holiday figurhead to be let loose on that mythical, palm-tree-lined boulevard in their mythical Burbank location from the record label for just such a purpose...make sure you give that elfin icon a boombox to carry over his head, blasting "Listen To The Music", all the way up and down the street, Cusack-like.
