A
young man named Tom wrote an irresistible "first post" to Boxer's
Foxes E-mail List today that incorporated so much about him that
you can't help feel you know him, and you can't help but like him.
Thank you, Tom.
One thing in particular leapt out at me from the
posting. ("Oh, NO!" I can hear you whimper. "Ben's gonna bore us
to death with another STORY!!!!" And I say YEAH! Old guys used to
sit around the cracker barrel in the General Store and tell tales
to each other. Well, I'm BUILT like a cracker barrel, and I've got
enough stories to go around for all!)
This story, however, is not of that ilk. Here
is what Tom said that gave me inspiration: "I'm sure there are a
few of you out there that can relate when I say that I have a Santa
fetish." Indeed, Tom you are not alone.
One of the first relationships I had after discovering
the Silverfoxes Syndrome was with a young man who confessed to me
"the deepest secret" (his words) in his heart.
"I have this fantasy," he said, "that some Christmas
Eve, I will tie a ribbon around me and hide under the Christmas
tree, and Santa will find me, and.....well....." He blushed, feeling
somewhat embarrassed, I think, so I suggested that what he wanted
to say was, "...and slide up your back chimney with his trusty South
Pole?"
After a good giggle, he admitted that was true
and also said he had never told anyone before. He was not "out,"
and lived much of himself in silverfoxes dreams.
That set me on the path to discovering further
that, yes, Tom, there IS a Santa Claus...fetish, that is...common
to a large number of foxhunters (and silverfoxes, too). They lust
over the Man in Red.
I have it on the best authority, in a letter he
wrote me a couple of years ago when I informed him of this, that
the old gentleman heartily approves.
Dream on, Tom, and stand by your chimney on Christmas
Eve. Santa needs more than just cookies and milk.
Knowing that Santa Claus approved, I sat down
at the time and wrote a Christmas story with this as a theme. It
was the first silverfoxes story I ever wrote.
With a picture of Colonel Brock (me) dressed as
Panty Santy, it comprised the preview front page in the Internet
domain where I debuted my three-part column, "Boxer's Shorts," just
as now I am previewing the Snooker Club in my new domain at www.boxerfoxes.com.
That story, now titled "The Return of the Leprechaun,"
appears at present in Ben Boxer's Silverfoxes Clubhouse among the
Silverfoxes Library stories, essays and poems at www.benboxer.com
Click
here to read it.
Early Merry Christmas to all! Ben
