...but when I put batteries in it...
The intrepid space
adventurer lies untouched in virgin box. Enshrined in torn Christmas
wrapping , and protected by branches of deliciously aromatic spruce,
he stares plaintively at the boy. His beckoning eyes speak one clear
message. Open me! Delivered by ageless Santa before dawn chorus, he
awaits his Frankenstein activation by his child Doctor Frankenstein,
an eight year old whose eyes gape wide with excitement, glee and
expectation. Johnny eases Buzz from his constrictive packaging with
the confidence of a veteran bomb disposal expert and slips batteries
into his back panel with James Bond confidence.
"DAD!!!!!! ....but when
I put the batteries in it.....!"
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