we lived in texas when i was 8. one weekend my parents got word that santa was coming to our street to meet the kids. i was running around the house getting ready and being dumb when i fell on my face and got a massive shiner (black eye). i wore some ice for a bit and tried not to cry then my dad makes us haul ass out of the house to get up the street. we're nearly all the way to the end of the street where there are a dozen or so other children and parents when a fire truck comes SHOOTING by at around 30 miles per hour with santa on the back and he lobs a few candy canes towards the crowd. the truck never even slowed down. thanks for pulling up that odd repressed memory. 
