Operation Santa
Drop!
Some cities have unusual ways to ring in the happy holiday season. Quincy, MA is no different. I am
willing to bet that ours is one of the strangest Christmas tradition in the northeast, at least, if not the
contingent... consistent... the-states-that-are-all-stuck-together United States.
It is a windy Sunday morning on November 27, 2004. The sunlight glitters on the bay, the wind whistles through the reeds, and the air is fresh with the sent of crappy clay and goose guano. Look! Santa and his friends have obviously all gathered in Pageant Field for some reason. And they wouldn’t festoon the field with “Caution” tape just for a meet-and-greet.
Seems Santa is of the “I ain’t goin’ out the door without a backpack” mentality too. Awesome. And now he and his elves are... just going to leave. Oh. Huh.
“But, surely,” intones young LaGremlin, who did bring her wee digital camera in anticipation of such a thing that has never been seen before, “They shall be back if there are more and more people arriving here. What Christmas joy shall we bare witness to, I wonder?”
I was there and I don’t believe it. Let us watch from the cold, splintery bleacher shall we? Oh, crap, do you hear sirens?
Hooray, it isn’t The Man finally coming to take your auntie Gremlin away! It is, instead, something more frightening. Behold, children! The League of Extraordinarily Scary Costumed Characters!
All of your favorite classic cartoon characters are here! There’s Larry the Holiday Land-Shark! There’s Poopyhead the Christmas Pug! There’s Crassie and Bored the Magical Barely-Avoiding-a-Copyright-Infringement Dragons! There’s every child’s favorite, Watson T. Fookeedoo!
Actually, I got that green... entity’s autograph. He signed it “Cat”. That raises more questions than answers. Seriously, think about it.
Oh, forget those losers. Here come Michael and Lisa Marie.
Something puzzled me deeply. Surely, there was more to this party than having candy canes thrusted at you by fursuiters and listening to children and Muppets sing about Christmas over the speakers. Something was escaping me. Oh, hey, a little airplane!
Oh, cool! It just dropped two little streamers into the air! You know, I read somewhere that streamers are often loosed from planes to determine how the wind is blowing for parachuters...
Oh, no zarking way...
Way.
He is coming. Oh yes.
He is here!!!
Hurrah for flying Santa! Hurrah for his elves! Hurrah for shoddy costumes! Hurrah for me living in a city that does this!!!
Happy Holidays to all!
It is a windy Sunday morning on November 27, 2004. The sunlight glitters on the bay, the wind whistles through the reeds, and the air is fresh with the sent of crappy clay and goose guano. Look! Santa and his friends have obviously all gathered in Pageant Field for some reason. And they wouldn’t festoon the field with “Caution” tape just for a meet-and-greet.
Seems Santa is of the “I ain’t goin’ out the door without a backpack” mentality too. Awesome. And now he and his elves are... just going to leave. Oh. Huh.
“But, surely,” intones young LaGremlin, who did bring her wee digital camera in anticipation of such a thing that has never been seen before, “They shall be back if there are more and more people arriving here. What Christmas joy shall we bare witness to, I wonder?”
I was there and I don’t believe it. Let us watch from the cold, splintery bleacher shall we? Oh, crap, do you hear sirens?
Hooray, it isn’t The Man finally coming to take your auntie Gremlin away! It is, instead, something more frightening. Behold, children! The League of Extraordinarily Scary Costumed Characters!
All of your favorite classic cartoon characters are here! There’s Larry the Holiday Land-Shark! There’s Poopyhead the Christmas Pug! There’s Crassie and Bored the Magical Barely-Avoiding-a-Copyright-Infringement Dragons! There’s every child’s favorite, Watson T. Fookeedoo!
Actually, I got that green... entity’s autograph. He signed it “Cat”. That raises more questions than answers. Seriously, think about it.
Oh, forget those losers. Here come Michael and Lisa Marie.
Something puzzled me deeply. Surely, there was more to this party than having candy canes thrusted at you by fursuiters and listening to children and Muppets sing about Christmas over the speakers. Something was escaping me. Oh, hey, a little airplane!
Oh, cool! It just dropped two little streamers into the air! You know, I read somewhere that streamers are often loosed from planes to determine how the wind is blowing for parachuters...
Oh, no zarking way...
Way.
He is coming. Oh yes.
He is here!!!
Hurrah for flying Santa! Hurrah for his elves! Hurrah for shoddy costumes! Hurrah for me living in a city that does this!!!
Happy Holidays to all!
Yet Another
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