snert
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I'll get straight to the point. I am heart broken and dismayed. And maybe a little traumatized. You see, as a child I bought into the Santa Claus thing, and every year till I was about twelve I secretly sent a letter to Santa at the North Pole asking for a range of things, starting with
"pop" guns, then BB guns, air rifles, shotguns, ammo, reloading equipment and supplies.
Every year I got socks and tightie whities. A coat, pajamas, an orange. Every now and then I would get a box of 22's, 100 count. And told to "make them last". Never anything from SANTA.
I grew so disallusioned that I simply refused to consider anything Claus related. The Grinch became my go-to guy.
I finally got to the age where no one else believed in that Big Red Elf, but the depth of my distrust extended deep into my soul. I wouldn't even listen to Christmas music, have an elf on the shelf or watch Rudolf with my kids. It just hurt too much.
A few weeks ago I took possession of 300 17FB cases and reached out to a fellow AS member, MrMAjestic, who kindly offered to anneal them all for me if I shipped them out. I boxed them up and enclosed a check for return shipping and even filled out a Priority USPS return address form so he could re-use the box.
So yesterday I opened my mailbox and inside I found my box, dutifully returned to me from Lititz PA.
I was driving away from the mailbox when I looked closer and DAMMIT, doesn't the return label say "SANTA CLAUS", Lititz PA!!!!
All those years of misery! All those hopeful days dashed with dissappointment! All because some clown told me SANTA lived in the NORTH FREAKING POLE! Who would believe that crap but some impressionable kid? And for two whole years Mr. Majestic, AKA SANTA CLAUS held back on telling me!!!
I don't know whether to cry...or...cry!
I guess I could just give a big ol shout out to SANTA and say thanks Kelly, you're a heck of a guy.
Merry Christmas to all,
Snert
"pop" guns, then BB guns, air rifles, shotguns, ammo, reloading equipment and supplies.
Every year I got socks and tightie whities. A coat, pajamas, an orange. Every now and then I would get a box of 22's, 100 count. And told to "make them last". Never anything from SANTA.
I grew so disallusioned that I simply refused to consider anything Claus related. The Grinch became my go-to guy.
I finally got to the age where no one else believed in that Big Red Elf, but the depth of my distrust extended deep into my soul. I wouldn't even listen to Christmas music, have an elf on the shelf or watch Rudolf with my kids. It just hurt too much.
A few weeks ago I took possession of 300 17FB cases and reached out to a fellow AS member, MrMAjestic, who kindly offered to anneal them all for me if I shipped them out. I boxed them up and enclosed a check for return shipping and even filled out a Priority USPS return address form so he could re-use the box.
So yesterday I opened my mailbox and inside I found my box, dutifully returned to me from Lititz PA.
I was driving away from the mailbox when I looked closer and DAMMIT, doesn't the return label say "SANTA CLAUS", Lititz PA!!!!
All those years of misery! All those hopeful days dashed with dissappointment! All because some clown told me SANTA lived in the NORTH FREAKING POLE! Who would believe that crap but some impressionable kid? And for two whole years Mr. Majestic, AKA SANTA CLAUS held back on telling me!!!
I don't know whether to cry...or...cry!
I guess I could just give a big ol shout out to SANTA and say thanks Kelly, you're a heck of a guy.
Merry Christmas to all,
Snert
