I was tainted by Christmas at an early age. Must have been about 5 years old. I heard it through the grapevine, that Santa brought lumps of coal and bundles of switches to bad little boys. Balderdash, I thought. Comes the dawn, I ran into the living room where the tree was, and sure as shoot, there was a bundle of switches. Damn!!!. I had been found out. I did what any young anarchist would have done, I threw them in the fireplace. About that time, my mother came around the corner of the door with my new rideable, pedal-powered fire truck. Brillant red, with a real chrome bell. There is a God. Something I knew all along. Even before I got "religioustized" x
