Bronson`s Christmas story:
I was a good boy all the year around, there is no doubt about that: I did not increase the rate in my workshop despite the inflation, I helped old ladies to cross the street ( I loose 2 or 3 in the process but they were too old aniway) I said my girlfriend that I loved her; I gave tip to all the prostitutes, even I reach the extreme to said i liked the economic management of our president.
Obviously Santa Claus ( or Papa Noel like we call him around here) notice that, he also knew That I had some troubles.
I had some troubles with the overpopulation of parrakeets, pigeon and blakbirds in my backyard, he knew that My PcP rifle was giving headaches because the price of refilling the scuba tank, he knew that I could not use the shotgun or the 22 magnum rifle because the excesive noise disturbing the neighbours.
He saw the fig and peach trees damaged by this varmint and he came out with a solution.
Delivering my present wasnt easy for him, in the north of the province he reduced speed of the sledge and lowered its altitude over a corn field for better orientation, bad idea, one of the raindeers was hit by a spanish dovehunter with mistook one of the deers with a horny, oversized pigeon.
Loosing power and some hidraulic fluid Santa improvisated some daring maneouvres to evade this sort of light flak and scaped unhurt. The sledge crash landed in a soya field, not far away from the place where some gauchos were drinking heavily and cooking some BBq. The men mistook Santa claus with one of those pitiful characters standing in the gates of the Shooping mall with plastic beard and red suit withstanding ridicolus heat.
- "Pobre muchacho...tener que trabajar asi con este calor" ( poor lad , working dress like that in this heat) was a comment heard from one of the peasants.
Santa Claus cured the deer with his magic powers, drank a glass of cold wine that the gauchos offered him and take off to continue his journey.
Over the city of Cordoba the intense heat caused by the reflection on the pavement and the air conditioners working full trottle affected the deers but a quick refreshment in the small river crossing the city solved that problem.
Finally he arrived and my present reached me, I wake up and saw 2 boxes one for the rifle and other for the scope. Miracles happen. I feel like a child again with my silenced Hatsan 85X.