At grandma's at Christmas when I was four and my rich cousin David was six, it seemed he had an "in" with Santa--almost every present under the tree was his. All I got was a cheap cap pistol with an orange plastic handle. David walked up to me, stared at my pistol, then at his own Roy Roger's Six Guns with the real leather holster, and he laughed. He laughed! So I raised my pistol--which I have to this day--pointed it straight between his eyes, in the spirit of goodwill--and ended him.
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