One of the beauties of living above a bar
and being smack-dab downtown is that I can blast my tunes as loud as I want and
no one can complain. So that’s exactly
what I did tonight. I blasted some
Christmas tunes and Snickers and I rocked around as we set up the Christmas
tree for A Very, Merry Sugarplum Christmas.
All our ordered decorations arrived today,
one-after-one and with each delivery man who showed up I’d yell out “Merry
Christmas!” as they scooted down the stairs and continued on to their next
stop. That is until one of the delivery
men came with a letter from Santa for me.
Don’t get all excited… the letter was the one
I had written TO him, he sent it back.
Apparently Vita Ali was right, Santa lives
in Finland. I had addressed my letter to
the North Pole. Snickers thought the
whole thing was way too funny. He
started off with a little snicker, but then it turned into a cute giggle, then
a chuckle, and then it escalated into a full out
down-from-the-bottom-of-the-gut loud laughter.
That is until I told him to read to me my
letter… [enter evil laugh here].
Plan for the new year, teach Snickers how
to read English… hahahaha. Actually it’s
quite cute. He goes from being this
strong mocking-me man to that of a shy schoolboy. Perhaps I won’t teach him how to read and I’ll
continue to NOT correct his English. I
think it’s adorable that he calls the TV remote a “remote controller”, the
freezer a “up fridge, and a bull dozer a “country car”… hahaha.
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