So I Thought Perhaps Santa’s Sleigh Had Crashed
Sunday night we had a lovely 2 or so inches of fresh fluffy snow, and when I walked out yesterday morning at 4:30 or so to go to work there, prancing about in the pristine whiteness, were 8 deer who seemed rather put out that I would be so cheeky as to disturb their vixen-like dashing and dancing.
Interesting that they would comet just in time for Cupid’s day.
I exclaimed with such gusto that it almost caused my Bride to donner winter gear.
You must’ve been totally blitzened, dude!
It’s rather rudolf you to mention it!