The radio was playing the oddest song. David got a little choked up when he heard “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.” It was the original version from 1952, sung by the 13-year-old Jimmy Boyd.
“I’ve never heard that version of that song,” his wife, Elaine, said. “Didn’t the Jackson 5 record this?”
“Yes, but this version was the original,” David said. “I was just a kid when I first heard the song and I loved it. I remember seeing Jimmy Boyd sing it on the Ed Sullivan Show and was I so impressed.”
“So why do you look so sad?” Elaine asked.
“It was Christmas Eve and I was about five,” David said. “I was up in my bedroom and remember hearing some commotion coming from the living room. So I sneaked downstairs hoping that it was Santa Claus putting presents under the Christmas tree. But I saw my mother hugging and kissing a man.”
“Oh, that’s so cute,” Elaine said. “You thought you saw your mother kissing Santa Claus, when in fact it was your father she was embracing. Aw, what a wonderful memory.”
“Well, the thing is,” David said, letting out a heavy sigh, “my father was deployed in Korea at the time.”
Written for the First Line Friday prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
For those who are interested…
“You embarrassed me this evening,” my wife said. “It was her first day of high school. There was no need for you to have caused such a commotion. My God, what were you thinking?”
“Well, I thought it was a novel idea,” I said in my defense.
“Seriously? You thought serving Alice B. Toklas brownies to a bunch of high school freshman was a good idea?” she yelled. “I should smack you upside your head with that spatula you’re holding in your hand.”
“I thought it would mellow them out, relax them, given the pressure from their first day of high school,” I explained. “I honestly didn’t think it would debilitate them.”
“They’re fifteen year old children, you idiot,” she said. “If their parents find out, and I’m sure they will, you’re going to be swimming in an ocean of shit.”
“Oh stop being such a drama queen,” I said. “Everthing will be fine.” That’s when the doorbell rang. “Ah, saved by the bell,” I said.
I went to the door and opened it up. There were two uniformed police officers standing there. “Mister Marx,” one of them said. “We’ll need you to come with us to the police station.”
“Honey, call our lawyer,” I called out to my wife.
Written for a whole lot of today’s prompts:
Welcome to August 3, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.
I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).
Today’s word is “commotion.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.
And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.