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| The Ghosts of Christmas Presents Past (not to mention Pigdumps past **)
**This one's from the files, eh? Really. Go see for yourself, see what life was like in the last century. Don't be afraid. You'll notice the design was a bit different then and the pictures were bigger. That's because I had to make 'em smaller for this design because, darnit, my tables were falling apart, and the big Skittlepool image was overlapping with "everything I know." And did you notice, I even grabbed an old "everything I know" just to mess with your heads...
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Well, I didn't get HANDS DOWN for Christmas, but my older sister did. I got to play with it when she was in school, though it wasn't really a game you could play by yourself. Anyway, this is how you'd play: 4 players would be dealt a hand of cards. If it was your turn, you'd pick up a card from the remaining deck. If you got a pair, you would slap your hand down. The last one to slap down would have to pick up an extra card... or something like that. You could also fake people out and pretend to slap the hand down... and if someone was fooled and slapped their hand down, well, heh heh, they lose, eh? Heh heh... what a laugh!
Well, I didn't get TIPIT for Christmas, but my oldest sister did. I got to play with it when she was in school, though it wasn't really a game you could play by yourself. Anyway, this is how you'd play: A plastic clown-like guy would balance on his nose on top of this little tippy thingy... he'd be held steady by piles of yellow, red and blue chips, each worth points. You'd get this little fork thing and remove chips to try to get more points and well, if you removed too many from one side, LOOK OUT! You might TIP IT! Heh heh! What a riot, eh?
One Christmas, the whole family got SKITTLE POOL from Santa. This was a memorable Christmas let me tell you! There's nothing like waking up at 4:30 in the morning, running downstairs and seeing this game ready and waiting! And the noise it made! Heh heh, Santa must not have known my parents very well! They came tearing down the stairs shouting "it's not even 5:00 yet! Stop rattling those BLEEP BLEEP balls!" Needless to say, that was one heck of a Christmas! Boy oh boy let me tell you!