Back in the day my brother was terrified of snakes. Naturally my family hid a large plastic snake in one of his birthday presents, successfully scaring the shit out of him. Peaches, as the beast was christened, ended up stashed a drawer, but come Christmas, awful brother that I was, I carefully coiled Peaches around the trunk of the tree. Suffice to say shit was scared yet again.
Likely my greatest contribution to family tradition.
(Source: nevver, via lionskeleton)
