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I had bought a pair of sticks at the local music store for a buck in early 1971 and spent the rest of the year playing on the furniture, countertops, sinks, and whatever else in the house I could get a rebound off of. (This was my subtle way of asking for a set of drums for Christmas !) By September or so, the tips were gone, and I was playing with the butt ends. I was sure I was getting a set for Christmas.
So, about 3:00 AM Christmas morning, I bail outta bed and head to the tree.
And there it is, not a set of drums, but a new set of sticks.... nice bow around them...... and a string ?
I'm starting to catch on now, so I grab the string, and start following it around the den a couple of times, and out the side door to the carport. It had snowed that night, so I'm out in the yard now... through the snow covered bushes and around the house twice in my PJs till the string leads to the front door... which is locked. Back through the carport door I go, and find the string in the living room where the front door opens into. Around the furniture once, and on to the downstairs door. I run downstairs, and there it is.
My new Telstar drums from Sears. Four pieces in beautiful red sparkle with a shell mounted crash. Dad even got a drummer's throne. He was a reed player and drummer in his day, too. I still remember how they smelled.
By now it's still only 3:30 or so, but the folks let me play for about an hour before they came downstairs and we all had to go back to bed. (But not before Dad sat down for a short session!!)
Still the best Christmas ever........