[ TT ] Christmas vacation on the moon .

“ Jimmy! ” Father pressed down on the wall mounted Speak-o-Gram 2000s big, red TALK button. The wonder of the Speak-O-Gram transmits the message using radio waves, allowing Father to communicate with Jimmy wirelessly. 
 
 “ Yes, pop! ” Jimmy, answers over his Speak-O-Gram Mini. The Speak-O-Gram Mini makes wireless communication a breeze, from within you lunar shelter to the far off moon dunes, all in an instant. 
 
 “ Your mother just picked up a Christmas tree from Earth, ” Father replied, at the simple push of a button. “ Come inside and we ’ ll decorate it. ” 
 
 “ Sure thing, pop! ” Jimmy let go of the TALK button conveniently located on his wrist and called the dog over to the space utility vehicle. “ Rex, here boy! ” Ah, old Rex. The Speak-O-Gram ’ s transmission is so clear, even old Rex can hear his maser ’ s voice through a Speak-O-Gram Mini built into Rex ’ s collar. Even the lunar cruiser is fitted with a Speak-O-Gram. 
 Father walked turned the radio dial, included in every wall mounted Speak-O-Gram 2000. Soon, a Christmas carol is broadcast over the family ’ s headset ’ s, through very room of the lunar house. Mother begins singing from the kitchen, over the Speak-O-Gram Stove Edition as Father and Jimmy join in. Even Rex shows his love of Christ over the Speak-O-Gram. 
 “ Dad? ” Jimmy asked, riding towards his home. “ Do you think Santa will visit us on the moon? ” 
 
 “ Of course not, son. Santa can ’ t breathe in space. Come inside, it's time to do the tree. ” 
 
 “ Honey, ” Mother scolded Father from the kitchen, turning down the music a bit. 
 
 “ Hey, don ’ t turn down the music! ” Father turned the dial up, louder than before. 
 
 “ Hey, dad? Can you turn it down in here? This helmet really amplifies the sound. ” 
 
 “ Son, of course Santa will visit us on the moon, ” Mother spoke to Jimmy. “ If he can fit in a chimney he can fly through space! ” 
 
 “ Mom? Is that you talking? I can ’ t... the music…. ” 
 
 “ Come on! ” Dad responded from his den. “ He ’ s thirteen. We really have to entertain this? ” 
 
 “ Dad?! Hello? Someone turn the music down I can ’ t… Hello? ” 
 
 “ We ’ ll entertain it for as long as *he* chooses to! ” Mother answered. 
 
 “ Guys my wrist set doesn ’ t have a volume control. I can ’ t her my own voi- Da-Dad?! Dad I can ’ t hear my own voice! ” 
 
 “ Oh, so, if he wanted to believe the moon was made of cheese we ’ d let him? We ’ d just let our son live in a false reality? ” Father poured himself a drink. 
 
 “ It ’ s fun for him! ” Mother yelled. 
 
 “ Look Santa was cute when it got him to behave, but now it ’ s every year with the ‘ science of Santa questions. ’ I can ’ t do it, I ’ m done. I ’ ll pay for therapy in twenty years if it fucks him up. Heheheheh but not anymore, ” he took a long sip. 
 
 
 Speak-O-Gram. Make them listen. 

