"It's so big," he says, smile beaming.
Mom leans over to Dad and lowers her voice to a whisper. "Legos, right?"
Dad shakes his head while Ralphie strips the paper from the large box.
"Well...it's big. Almost as big as the boy." She frowns. "Tinker Toys?"
"All right...I give."
Ralphie yanks open the end of the box. "Whoa..."
Dad smiles. "Remember old man Crenshaw down the street?"
Ralphie tips the box and the contents tumble to the floor in a noisy, off-white pile. The skull, round and empty, falls out last.
Mom frowns and covers her mouth with one hand. "My god..."
"Don't worry honey. I bleached 'em clean." Dad looks at Ralphie. "Careful boy--there's no spare bits in there. A real one-of-a-kind set."
Have a very pulpy Christmas, everyone.