GI Joe’s

I vividly recall as a young boy in St. Croix the moment my brother and knew about Santa. I mean how can he land a sleigh on the top of a windmill, right? We were lucky enough to have our bedroom in the top of the mill (pretty cool for the two of us). As per usual, Tadd and I were being perfect little angels when we heard a commotion in the living room. We slowly crept along the wall down the concrete stairs just far enough to peak below where we saw a swarm of adults diligently setting up the most epic GI Joe battle scene I think has ever existed. We of course weren’t disappointed and new the morning would be awesome. But alas we knew then Santa didn’t bring those Joes.

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