Once upon a time, hidden high in the snow covered mountains, was a happy peaceful village. Tridville it was called because it's inhabitants were Trids! Now what's a Trid you may ask, and I suppose it needs explaining, for few have known of the Trids. Trids are smaller in stature than a man and they have big hairy feet. In fact Trids are completely covered in fur, (unlike a hobbit) mostly white with markings. Friendly, cute, round, peaceful little Adbominal Snowmen they are indeed.
Trids live in rather large igloos, often two story igloos. All with a warm hearth and fire inside. They are after all, masters of the snow. Trids love games, and making merry and have frequent holidays and celebrations. The Trids will gather and feast and play. They laugh and sing, have sled races, hilarious snow ball battles and feats of strength and more. All to a joyous noise. Indeed every day is a joy in Tridville.
Save one day that is. Once a year a monstrous deformed Trid, , three times the height of a normal Trid, possessing enormously large hairy feet, comes down from his highest of caves and wrecks havoc on Tridville. He yells frightening things and rolls giant snowballs into the town before entering and assaulting the hapless peaceful Trids. He swings his enormous feet here and there, knocking the smaller Trids into the snowbanks, over the chimneys, down the gently sloping valley. It's as though he wants to see how high or far he can kick them each and every one of them! And it is high and far indeed. Every year it's the same thing, on the same day. He comes to the village and kicks all the inhabitants silly except he never kicks the Rabbi.
Did I forget to mention the Rabbi? What is a Rabbi doing in Tridville you say? Well it's simple of course. The Rabbi had lost his way in a blizzard and the Trids rescued him. As he recovered from his ordeal he came to love the Trids and decided to live among them. And every day he was rewarded, for the Trids are such a joy to be around, and the Trids, they loved the Rabbi too and always treated him as an honored, loved guest.
And so the years wore on, Peacefully, joyfully, hidden away from the troubles of the world. Except of course for that horrible one day each year.
On just such a day, when the Rabbi was very old and not likely long for this world, while the terrible monster Trid was terrorizing his smaller cousins, the Rabbi gatherd his strength and courage and confronted the Monster Trid.
'Monster, monster' he cried, 'why oh why? why do you come to the village each year and kick the Trids over the chimneys and into snowbanks and down the valley, you kick ALL the Trids' he cried. 'But you've never kicked me'. why monster why?'
Well the monster Trid appeared taken aback, then slowly rising to his full hideous height, he fixed his gaze on the frail old Rabbi and said
'Silly Rabbi, kicks are for Trids!'

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For the younger crowd I'll explain. Once upon a time past there was a commercial on TV for Trix cereal. There was a cartoon rabbit (Trix) trying to sneak a bowl of Trix cereal, But the little boy or girl (a real one) would always outsmart Trix the rabbit and the commercial would end with the kid saying 'Silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids!'
Guess ya had ta been there.