Oh, my Goodness. Shall I rewrite it to suit you then?
My old post:
"One time when I lost a tooth (remember this was in the fifties, money went farther ), I guess my Dad didn't have any change, so the "Tooth Fairy" left, under my pillow, a check for a dime.
Fun memory, and I never forgot it. Santa never bothered me, either. It was fun."
My new and improved post, unpaganized:
One time when I lost a tooth (remember this was in the fifties, money went farther
),My father, who was deeply paganized ,didn't have any change, so he, operating as the pagan "Tooth Fairy" left, under my pillow, a check for a dime. Since I've been inducted into paganism unknowingly at a young age, I accepted the check. That, and even pagan Santavisited! We even had a (gulp!) tree!!
Although it was a fun then , now I spend hours crawling up and down stairs till my knees bleed, while whipping my back, screaming,"Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa" trying to rid myself of any leftover stain from that check. Horrors!