Intro: The 12 Days Of Christmas Memories
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On Christmas Day a few years ago, while Allison was still in high school, one of her friends -- a boy -- came over to the house to give her a present. As the white room (capitalized?) served not only as our center of Christmas operations but also as, well, the room with what was technically our front door, the rest of us retreated from the room when Allison's friend arrived to give them some privacy. All of us, that is, except for Dad. No, he wasn't being overly protective like Teddy and I were. Dad was asleep.
I should point out that this kid was a friend of Allison's boyfriend, so even though he obviously had a crush on her, nothing was going on in that room. He gave her a toy from a Pixar film, they chatted for a while, he left. All the more reason why it was so wrong, later, for Teddy and even Mom to riddle Dad with innuendo about what had taken place in that room while he was asleep.
Mom: "I can't believe you were sleeping right there the whole time."
Dad: "Wait, a boy came over to give Allison a present?"
Teddy: "Oh, he gave her something, all right."
This went on for a while. I'm trying to get them to stop: "Come on, this isn't right...it's his little girl...I mean, it's--"
And then something in my head clicked. "Dad...Dad...I'll tell you what he gave her."
"He gave her the one-eyed monster."
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