The
Christmas decorations around town are quite festive and are pretty understated
compared to those that I am used to encountering around the Main Line. And
while there are houses here and there that have light displays a few bulbs shy
of Clark Griswold, there actually isn’t much in the way of individual
decorations up and down the streets. It seems as though we all agree that being
out here, away from the densely populated areas, the night provides more of a
light show than anyone could ever string along their eaves.
We
are also in an area where people are incredibly kind and welcoming in the
course of our weekly encounters. We have rarely come across someone who wasn’t
pleasant and, more often than not, there have been kind words and wishes shared
and reciprocated. However, given the occasional sounds in the distance and
across the street, Rudolph might want to consider investing in some Kevlar. Who
knows, someone around here might hold him personally responsible for Grandma’s
death.
I
can see it now. After their usual tales from NORAD telling watchers and
listeners that Santa was crossing the Atlantic on his way to the East Coast,
millions of children lay their heads town struggling to fall asleep. Then, all
of the sudden…
from
down in the den there arose such a clatter
that
they sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
When
what to their wondering eyes should appear
but
a special report saying there’s nothing to fear.
As
the reports pour in the news conveyed by the third string anchormen seemed
grim…
they
showed little emotion and went straight to their work,
the
search teams were deployed and the kids when berserk.
And
laying the report just off the screen,
they
echoed the outcome which lead to a scream.
They
cut to the authorities at the scene of the crash,
who
didn’t hold back not fearing the backlash.
And
they heard them proclaim at they signed off from the sight,
Rudolph
was dead and Santa was grounded for the night.
As
it turns out, as was reported the following day,
Rudolph
isn’t bullet proof and pulled down the sleigh.
A 12
gauge took him out and with dead weight dragging them down,
the
other reindeer couldn’t support Santa and they crashed in a small town.
The
fire took Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen
but
only singed Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen.
The
presents were gone and Santa was pissed
because
all that was left was a double checked list.
