Big Loo was the catalyst that led to the end of my Santa days.
The day after I found him under the tree (well, actually more like ‘looming over the tree’) in ’63 or ’64 I found his packing box in the garage. I was then assimilated by my mother into the big lie for the sake of my younger brother and sisters.
Curse you, Big Loo – I wish I still had you though, because you’re worth more than $500 now (its original cost was $9.95).
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