The trash man is seeking revenge.  Somehow someone put the idea in his head that I was trying to make a fool of him by wrapping my garbage up in gift paper.  How absolutely ridiculous.  So what if I wanted to play St. Nick for a little while.  The mailbox was our camouflaged Christmas tree.  He of all people should see that.  Every Monday morning there were presents waiting for him; the weeks flew by like years.  He’s started returning his presents.  The elves will be disappointed to hear that they’ve been broken all over the yard.  Just wait until Mrs. Clause hears about what he did with the ribbon.  Dare I tell her that the ungrateful man spray-painted Christmas black and then tied it onto a banana peel?  They were implanted all over the sleigh’s runway, obviously trying to throw off  Vixen.  We don’t have to stand for this.  Coal can be ordered for next Monday.

Avery, Gage, loves.
   joy

p.s. I’m getting tired of this holiday season.  Do you think the mailman would take some Easter eggs if the flag was up?