silverjimmy

My dad and sister both live in Camarillo, CA. For those not familiar with the area, it's an (formerly, at least) agricultural region about an hour north of LA. AKA, suburban hell. Anyhow, long story somewhat shorter, while at my pop's place on xmas eve, just after the sun had set and night set in, I saw the jolly fat man's sleigh flying through the air. I shit you not. Of course, he only had a total of four reindeer and the whole rig, reindeer included, were only visible as a glowing outline of light bulbs. And it sounded awfully similar to a helicopter. More accurately, it sounded like it was suspended from a helicopter (yes, my hearing is that acute). While the kids thought this was the greatest thing ever, I just could not get over the absurdity of paying to fly a helicopter around the town for half an hour. Madness, I tell you.