God that game really brings back childhood Christmas memories.
Sitting around the table after dinner and the fire blazing away
with sticks and coal from Texas.
I always wanted to be the car and my father always wanted to be
the top hat. My mother got stuck with the iron.
She would buy up all the hotels and we had to pay her rent.
My career as a property speculator was a spectacular failure.
Originally posted by apathistThat reminds me of olden days:
Hello cat, goodbye iron.
Glad to see you again, wheelbarrow. You are so handy for carrying my money around the board.
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