By Julie D. Griffin
It is one thing to grow up in a poor home. And quite another not to get the gift you most envision. This American Christmas though, a BB Gun and a boyheart desire to own one, he stops at nothing. At night while other children dream of sugar canes and turtle doves floating by, he scoots his eyes past a blur of boys with stripes mounting over neighborhood walls with the goods and tries to deal the warnings of motherhood away about how the thing may lead to a life of crime. Perhaps he may use the BB Gun to tell another cunning lie someday, smiling and proud by how he fooled everyone with those words.
That he twisted the story to make himself look good of nature, another boy at his school along with a couple of bullies later find out that none of the evil won. All of the underhanded stuff that went down, a bad idea. In short, the good judgment for a bad criminal ends up stopping a bad guy after all. The real toy story here though, the boy warned repeatedly to want something besides a BB Gun. He eventually did, well nearly, shot his eye out. But it was the liar that got Flick and his tongue stuck on the side of a telephone pole, and the cops a more perfect criminal dilemma, abreast of a more brave and perfect world, boys like that know it is always better not to get caught. So just when the boys who all stuck together for the solitare prism delight of gender unity, come Rover Dill and Farcus the bullies total and even as the boy who narrates the story says, the neighborhood predicated one of three coalitions available. Bully. Middle man. Or an aimless, nameless rabble of a victim.
The young boy more interested with getting to the mailbox to pull out a package of advertising dupe spends meaningless hours fantasizing about the cereal box coupons he sent over to the Ovaltine place for a top secret decoder pen. More federal than that, his father wants to escape the ghost of Christmas tedious by entering and winning a crossword puzzle contest courtesy the local newspaper. The entire neighborhood lit up by the electric sex of a leg lamp does not necessarily make every family member bright and gay. His wife does submit to the object at first. But after his third bout with cussing over the coal shoot blues, she keeps forgetting to return the vents to original status, the whole misery culminates with the boy who only imitated the father standing with a bar of raspberry delight (soap) hanging out of his mouth for saying that word. Little Ralph speaks with the use of mild mind tones of the year and the brevity of the wine as medium and with only a slight froth.
The epic of the boy child riding shotgun and knowing the sensation of a flat tire on the way home from Christmas tree shopping, the economic picture of the family and the social infrastructure indicate an attitude of complete acceptance and surrender. The mother seems to shelter the boys regarding situations of severe doom and threat. And then the boys also seem expected on the other hand to learn firsthand how to face and confront a storm or several alone. Little Ralph at one point even refers to the Red Rider BB Gun as his peacemaker and undeserved bad grades for the good boy tough as something his mother conspired with the teacher to do. His highly demonstrative imagination does eventually help him to defend himself from the town bullies though. A bully beat is a beating he well deserved. Even a short trip to the department store of this typical 1940's or 50's family makes you think about the worth of the little boy getting what he only thought he wanted. His eye on the prize of the BB Gun though he eventually does get the weapon. And not exactly the object of his eye, more important the homemade rabbit pajamas his demented Aunt Clara sews him makes you wonder about her motive and what kind of a woman wants to do that to a small boy and why. A classic Christmas film, a boy who exclaims after he opens what he at first deems the perfect gift exclaims, "Oh, it was beautiful. I could hardly wait to try it out." Like Chinese for thanksgiving though, and the Christmas turkey (duck), after a pack of naughty neighborhood dogs barge through a bare open kitchen door at the home of the boy after impact upon Christmas gift and eat all of the food there ~ The father decides to save a portion of the festive Christmas celebrations by taking the whole family out for dinner at the only diner opened up to a small town on Christmas eve. The cream cheese won-ton eatery of the faithful diligent Chinese.