“Silver bells, silver bells . . .” Okay, okay, I promise to stop singing if each of you will make a $5 donation to the charity of your choice. Otherwise you’ll be forced to listen to my stirring rendition of “Little Dumber Boy.” (You can imagine who that’s about)
Remember all the great variety show Christmas specials that used to be on TV? People like Andy Williams, Perry Como, Glen Campbell, and Fester Ledbelly? They’d sing all the yuletide classics until you thought you were going to puke. And who can forget Iron Butterfly’s “In a Godda Davinity?” Those were the days.
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“Please, Dad,” begged Brandon. “Tell me again how you discovered global warming and saved the planet.”
“Well, son, I can’t take all the credit. Al Gore and I were being held captive by a tribe of scantily-clad Polynesian girls on a deserted island known as Hawaii. Every night, we were forced to drink Mai Tai and satisfy their lustful desires.
“While there, I invented the Internet and discovered snow-global warming. Al was able to escape and shared my discoveries with the world.”
Perry shook a snow-globe and sat it on the table.
“See, son. It’s melting.”
“Gee, Dad. You’re a genius.”
We should all be as fortunate as Brandon and have a hero like that to look up to.
On a side note, Al Gore had promised, if elected president, to appoint Mr. Block to a high-ranking position in the Department of Defense where he would have been known simply as Admiral Perry.