When I was very small, I wasn't allowed to stay up until Midnight. Of course, I desperately wanted to, so my mom got a wonderful, awful idea.
"Hey Ghost_Light! Want to celebrate New Years with Uncle H.O.?"
Boy did I! H.O. is my favorite relative. He has a pyrotechnic license, so he could do actual fireworks displays for the 4th of July. He lives in Iowa, and I was Washington. I was savvy enough to know Mom wasn't offering to send me to see him, but something with H.O.? Game on!
At exactly 9:00, the cuckoo clock sounded and Mom yelled "Happy New Year, Uncle H.O.! Go to bed, Ghost_Light!"
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