When I was growing up, we had a 3-foot-tall light-up Santa, who usually spent the Christmas season standing on our front porch. One year my Dad decided to put Santa on the roof. I remember my little brother & I were watching TV when we saw Dad drop past the window onto the walkway. We both ran into the kitchen just as he was walking in, holding his wrist (I’ll spare the graphic description of the injury…but it wasn’t pretty). My mom was getting ready to take him to the hospital when she saw red on his coat collar, so she thought that he also had a head injury. I looked closely at his collar…and started laughing. My brother picked up on it & started laughing as well…then Dad joined in. Mom looked like she was going to kill the lot of us. Calmly, Dad asked her, “Before I went up there, what did you do?” She said, “I touched up Santa.” He asked, “What did you use?” That’s when it hit her: Dad had (sing along with me) ♫ Lipstick on his collar… ♫ (Incidentally, she was NOT amused!)
When I was growing up, we had a 3-foot-tall light-up Santa, who usually spent the Christmas season standing on our front porch. One year my Dad decided to put Santa on the roof. I remember my little brother & I were watching TV when we saw Dad drop past the window onto the walkway. We both ran into the kitchen just as he was walking in, holding his wrist (I’ll spare the graphic description of the injury…but it wasn’t pretty). My mom was getting ready to take him to the hospital when she saw red on his coat collar, so she thought that he also had a head injury. I looked closely at his collar…and started laughing. My brother picked up on it & started laughing as well…then Dad joined in. Mom looked like she was going to kill the lot of us. Calmly, Dad asked her, “Before I went up there, what did you do?” She said, “I touched up Santa.” He asked, “What did you use?” That’s when it hit her: Dad had (sing along with me) ♫ Lipstick on his collar… ♫ (Incidentally, she was NOT amused!)