There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
~ Napoleon Bonaparte
Imagined conversation...
Woman: What are we going to get Noel for Christmas this year?
Man: I'm not sure. What do you think?
Woman: Do we actually have to get him anything?
Man: Well, I think we should. He always invites us to the cabin for a weekend in the summer
Woman: I suppose you're right. He's just so difficult to shop for.
Man: I will agree with you there.
Woman: (laughing) You know, it would be funny if we could find him an ornament of a campfire.
Man: (laughing) You are right. He certainly does love a campfire.
Woman: Remember the song he made up about that? I think he called it, "I Love a Campfire!"
Man: (laughing more loudly) I do remember that. "A campfire makes me dance. 'Specially when it gets on my pants!"
Woman: (laughing to the point of tears) Yes. Yes.
Man: Oh my goodness!
Woman: What? What is it?
Man: LOOK at that ORNAMENT!
Woman: It is PERFECT.
(pause)
This is why I imagine a lot of ornaments are purchased. Some sort of inside joke.
Earlier that year, overheard at the ornament design office. "I dunno. A campfire maybe?"
I would also imagine that Satan gives out a lot of these ornaments as gag gifts.
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