A few weeks ago, T, P, H and I had a Monday Funday on a gorgeous afternoon. As we sat on the deck enjoying the sunset (T took this picture that day), P mused about odd things - as usual.
"The pub is like the Island of Misfit Toys," he said.
"Nice," I said.
"The Island of Misfit Toys?" T looked confused.
"You know, from Rudolph," H explained.
"Huh?" T said.
"He's too young," I mumbled.
P sipped his beer, cleared his throat and began, "When we were little kids, the best Christmas movie was Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer."
"Definitely the best," I said.
"And in the movie, there was an Island of Misfit Toys. And that's where all the defective toys went, kinda like us, hanging out at the pub. There was a Jack in the Box that didn't pop out right. And a little elf who wanted to be a dentist."
"But somebody told him, 'A dentist? You can't be a dentist. You're an elf!''' I chimed in using my best animated voice.
"But he leaves the island to try an open his own dentist's office," P continued.
"Does he actually do it?" T asked.
"He does," said P.
"So perhaps there's hope for us yet," I said.
We looked sideways at each other and exploded into giggles.
What's your favorite Christmas movie?