The Christmas lights had gone up and dad was looking decidedly pleased with his efforts.
The feature of the display this year was the green pendant light. If you approached the pendant it would shake and turn a myriad of colours before lifting itself to point at you.
Mum thought it a bit phallic and that maybe dad was trying to make some sort of point. But dad wouldn’t have a bar of her objections or ridicule. When lit the neighbours were impressed and crowded round the front gate looking with approval. Dad stood back and soaked in the adulation. All was fine until our aged and cranky neighbour approached the pendant for a closer look. It not only pointed at her but turned a nasty pink before emitting a laser beam that disintegrated her. The pause that followed was earth shattering. Dad struck suddenly dumb could only think to turn to the silent crowd and shout: “Merry Christmas!”