17 Dec 21 – Idaho Christmas Story

I have a real-life Christmas story for you this week. It happened when we lived in Idaho Falls, USA and involved a cold winters night, a guiding star and an ass. Here’s a sketch of all three.

I was at the works Christmas Party and someone decided we should all play a drinking game involving hilarious mispronunciation of the words fuzzy duck. As you can imagine, after twenty hilarious mispronunciations too many, I did what I always do.

I don’t go to the toilet, I stagger off into the night without telling anyone. This is a safety mechanism for when my alcohol gauge goes

I guessed a direction and headed through the pub car park. Even though I was befuddled, I will always remember the guy in the pick-up truck. I vaguely knew him, he’d also been playing Fuzzy Duck, and now he was sitting in his pick-up repeatedly slamming the pick-up door.

They called me Iron when I lived over there, no matter how many times I said it was pronounced E-an.
‘Can’t get this goddam door to cotton-picking shut properly,’ he said.
Just to prove it.
As you know, my dial was at Stupid Idiot, but even I was able to work out his complex problem.
‘Your leg is hanging out of the door.’

He slammed it on his ankle one more time just to make sure I wasn’t lying.
‘Goddamit, thanks Iron.’ He dragged his leg into the truck, shut the door easily and drove off. Yes, you heard me right, he drove off.

Feeling cleverer I continued down the road.

And then a few thoughts started to form:

  • I lived 8 miles away from the pub.
  • Idaho Falls is situated close to the Rockies in the North of America at an altitude of 5000 feet. The temperature was minus 30 centigrade. 
  • The snow was 2 feet deep and coming down fast.
  • I’m from the north of England and for some reason we walk around in t-shirts in winter, not sure why, but we do. I was in my t-shirt.

In easy-peasy world, I’d simply walked back to the pub and phoned a taxi, but I was in fuzzy-duck world.

I battled on through the storm. 8 miles, -30, t-shirt, drunk.

Uncontrollable shivering stopped being fun about the same time the cotton fibres of my t-shirt solidified and my jeans wouldn’t bend at the knee. If I really wanted to I could’ve snapped off my toes and not felt a thing, but I didn’t think that would be good for my future mental health.

Then I saw it. 

A star in the sky to guide me.

I followed it for 40 days and 40 nights, which in the real world was about 7 minutes, but it felt longer. And then I knew I was saved.

The star wasn’t a star, it was a light on the spire of a church.

The Lord had saved me. Me mam will be happy with this bit. All those prayers she’s said over the years, to save my failed catholic soul, all came to fruition on that cold Christmas night.

This took place 20 years ago, before people started nicking stuff from churches, so the doors were open. I pushed inside, into the warmth, and there was Jesus in his manger.

I checked my pockets for any spare gold, frankincense or even a little bit myrrh that I usually have in case I need to embalm someone. Nothing. Joseph looked annoyed.

Sorry Joesph and sorry mam for the immaculate conception comment.

I curled up in front of the manger and fell into a fitful sleep, and all through the church not a creature was stirring. While I slept, I had a dream about an angel coming down from heaven. A gorgeous spirit who descended upon the church to save me.

It turns out Diane was supposed to pick me up from the pub, but when I wasn’t there she drove along the road back to our house and stopped at the only place that looked open. 

A Christmas miracle.

The real miracle was – she didn’t leave me there.

That’s it once again.

Just to let you know the drunk pick-up guy made it home. I saw him a few days later at work. He was limping down the corridor and I enquired about his cotton-pickin’ leg. He didn’t know why it was hurting so much.

I left it at that.

The unofficial drink driving laws in Idaho Falls were simple – if it’s a straight road home, drink as much as you goddam can.

Additional Info: There isn’t a single bend in Idaho Falls.

Although they did introduce a roundabout on one road when I was there, and no-one knew what in tarnation to do with it. I drove through most mornings on the way to work, it was always busy.

Sorry to the people of Idaho for the ridiculous stereotyping (people of the UK only – that’s what they were actually like)

Have a great weekend.

Take care and all the best,

(If you want to leave a comment below, that would be great)

17 Dec 21 – Idaho Christmas Story

6 thoughts on “17 Dec 21 – Idaho Christmas Story

  • December 16, 2022 at 1:23 pm

    Thanks to QI (“Everything you think you know is wrong.”) many years ago, I found out (and have been regaling others with the fact) that the Immaculate Conception relates to Mary’s birth, “Virgin birth” being the term for Jesus. This despite being taught/reading the falsehood as a child, both at school and “Sunday” school.
    And don’t get me started on how many of each species did Noah take on the Ark!

    • Ian Young
      December 16, 2022 at 3:01 pm

      14 years in a Catholic school and I thought that was Jesus’s birth, I could blame the teachers but I probably wasn’t listening. Wasn’t there 8 people and 50,000 animals on the Ark, that’s a lot of poo to clean up – Norman, on his own, is a full-time job 🙂

  • December 16, 2022 at 2:33 pm

    Merry Christmas Ian
    Thanks for the laughs we so needed through this year. Keep them coming please as I’m not holding out much hope for 2023 being suddenly a bright and uplifting place to be

    • Ian Young
      December 16, 2022 at 3:05 pm

      Thanks Jenny. Yeah, it’s been a tough year, so I’m glad I could cheer you up a tiny bit. A bright and uplifting 2023, now that would be nice. Let’s hope.
      Merry Christmas to you too 🙂

  • December 16, 2022 at 11:46 pm

    Ian! Why does my iPad insist on delivering your emails to my junk folder? ?? Fortunately I remember to check and transfer to my inbox.
    Seriously, thank you for all the laughs, please keep them coming.
    Merry Christmas to you and family, including Norman.

    • Ian Young
      December 19, 2022 at 2:49 pm

      Thanks for digging me out of the junk folder, Shiela, I hate it in there 🙂 Really glad you enjoyed them, hope it made you feel Christmassy. Merry Christmas to you and your family too 🙂


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