Sunday, December 12, 2010

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(Con't)

WE WERE HEADING OUT into the hinterlands, the Yard Man and I, our Christmas tree bouncing along in the back of the truck. Little did I know we were on a wild goose chase!



But, the Yard Man knew. He was steering the truck toward the (relatively) nearby wildlife preserve,
where we'd likely see geese (and he hoped other creatures also living the wild life).

As we rode through the countryside, he snapped his fingers and it started to snow--okay, just flurries (and there's no proof that it was his doing),



but, at least for me, it put the decorations on the tree, so to speak, and set the stage for the Christmas performance we were soon to see...



A fabulous feathered choir!



Though not in my language, I could tell when they sang The Twelve Days of Christmas. (It may have been only my imagination, but it seemed the chorus swelled when they reached the sixth verse.) There were lots more numbers in this Christmas show; I was delighted by them all!



And so was the Yard Man, but he thought we should leave when they reached intermission and flew off-stage. (It was rather chilly at this outdoor show and we were both cold.)


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So we hurried home with our Christmas tree,
plunked it into a bucket of water on the porch
and hurried off to see our dear Little Actor--
(who always out-performs birds of any kind!)


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1 comment:

swa said...

thats sweet. i heard this story from both you and your yard man. sounds like you both enjoyed the experience.