|GingerMan greeting his neighbor, Santa|
Christmas was wonderful, although not everyone could come. The Ginger's son was imprisoned out West on the island fortress of the evil sorcerer Al of Catraz. The clever son was able to escape by plying the guards with veal cutlet and sugar pie and plunging into the icy waters to swim to safety. The Ginger Lady's brother and his family were also in a perilous situation, held captive by the evil Princess Di R.Rhea in the land beyond the Tappan Zee. Luckily, the Princess got bored after 24 hours and released them, but it was too late to go over the river and through the woods to arrive on time.
Laughter rang out and echoed in the woods around the little house, as presents were opened. There were wonderful gifts like enchanted clocks that captured the woodland birds chirping every hour and homemade delicacies from the faraway lands of Brooklyn. Miniature trees, computer marvels, scarves of wondrous colors, panini grills, shiny black cuff links, and an inspirational book about a rock 'n roll drug lord were met with happy smiles. When the Ginger Lady declared "Let the games begin," the cards flew and raucous laughter ensued.
The two day celebration continued at the King and Queen's castle nearby. The food was sumptuous, more guests arrived from the forest hills and the windsor kingdom and more games were played.
By the third day, weary but happy guests returned to their homes and the Ginger Man and Lady settled into their house, snug and warm. That's when strange things started happening. At first, it was just small items disappearing from the house-- the window garland, the Christmas tree, the roof lights.
But then things got serious. A gash appeared in the roof, allowing snow to drift down into the house. Santa was puzzled.
Ginger Man eyed Santa suspiciously, but said nothing. Later, he asked his wife if she noticed anything unusual about Santa--his growing size, for example. "Not at all," replied Ginger Lady. "Don't tell me you're accusing Santa! Why, he's the Spirit of Christmas. That's crazy talk." But things only got worse. During the night strange creatures were heard, hideous hyena-like laughter pierced the chill air. And the next day more destruction rained down on the poor Ginger family.
Finally Ginger Lady took a long and dangerous journey to Westfield, where she bartered for a special device from the Wizard of Electronics. She returned home and with Ginger Man set up the webcam. That night the noises were ferocious, but the camera found the true culprit: