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Holiday Spirit

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Even Delilah is getting into the festive spirit lately. We received a gift of hand-me-over dog toys from Katie at work, and I couldn’t wait until Christmas to see how Delilah would react to them. The strange scent was definitely cause for a thorough analysis, but then she succumbed to the irresistible instinct to chomp.

Actually, the squeaky red and green candy cane didn’t draw out teeth until I kicked it away. She initially walked up to inspect it, and then stepped right over the toy as if it didn’t exist. That’s when I gave it a kick across the floor and she ran to get it.

After that, it was just like her squeaky yellow monkey. She wants us to chase after her and try to grab the toy so she can shake it loose from our grip.

Santa’s elves have been working long hours to deliver packages to our door each day this week. Must not be any names on the naughty list, based on the number of things waiting to be wrapped in the “don’t-go-in-there” room.

For the record, there are no children living with us, so I think we just play this game to maintain the spirit of the season.

I don’t mind being free of the burden of conjuring up believable tall tales to keep the myth alive in innocent eyes. Such a weird combination of love and deceit.

Cyndie and I don’t actually hide any intentions from each other. We tend to celebrate the holiday by jointly selecting an item that will be a treat for both of us. This year it just may end up being new bar stools for the kitchen island. We tried doing it once before, but were overwhelmed by the expense of getting what we really wanted.

Sticker shock times four.

I don’t expect that prices have gotten any better, but we are hoping that either our standards will have relaxed, or we will have gotten over the shock of the costs, to possibly propel us toward finding something that can work.

The ones that were here when we bought the place are in need of some tender loving care by someone who knows how to weld. I hope that person happens to browse Craigslist.

Today, at the day-job, staff have decided to modify the annual company potluck lunch between Thanksgiving and Christmas by having Famous Dave’s BBQ restaurant do all the cooking.

Works for me.

Ho ho ho.

The holiday spirit is feeling very merry and bright, indeed.

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Written by johnwhays

December 13, 2018 at 7:00 am

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  1. Curious minds want to know: what do chickens do in the snow? I imagine that they cannot forage that much and that you feed them something. But what do they do all day?

    wtbell

    December 14, 2018 at 1:41 am

    • It takes them a little time to get used to the snow. At first they want nothing to do with it. Eventually they adapt and trudge through it like all the rest of us. They spend more time perched on one foot at a time, though, tucking the other one up into warmth of feathers.
      We do throw out feed for them, and they pick apart the manure and scrounge remains of hay scattered everywhere.
      Their days are short, because they spend all the hours of long winter darkness perched in the safe confines of the coop. They also lay a lot less eggs.
      It’s a reduced pace of activity, but far from simply hibernating the days away.

      johnwhays

      December 14, 2018 at 8:46 am


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