Not a cool rock. A boring one from next to the driveway.
I hope I’m not a bad dad. At some point my son conflated the Charlie Brown specials and thinks bad kids get a rocks instead of presents. Seeing as how he wasn’t always behaving perfectly in public during the last year (yeah, like all the other 6-year-olds were…)
I’m not going to be mean about it, all the really good stuff gets opened after the rock shows up. I’m not Frank Reynolds. But there’s gonna be a rock.
One year, when my kid was in late single digits, I gave him and my nephew both a gift wrapped lump of charcoal. They both had about eleventy bazillion other presents besides…
I cry just driving by rocks on the side of the road. Rocks make everyone cry, right? They ruin not just Christmas, but every other day of the year for me.
Oh-la-di-da. Mister Moneybags had grains of actual sand! We used to dream of getting sand! My parents would save up all year just so we could have some dust for Christmas!