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For every year the Christmas tree…

ornament

…Brings to us all both joy and glee.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

This is not my Christmas tree.  My Christmas tree is still hiding safely in the closet, where Buddy and Buster can’t confuse it for a real tree.  I had to take Buster to the vet yesterday for a follow-up visit on his eye ulcerations.  For some reason we were talking about Christmas trees and the vet assistant said her dog did what I fear mine will do.  Yeah, it’s staying in the closet, at least until my boys (the human ones) come home. 

There is a clue in this photo as to where it was taken.  I hadn’t even noticed until I started processing the images I took.  It is totally something I would do and, in fact, I think I might have done it.

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Grandma got run over…

reindeer

…by a reindeer.  She did have hoof prints on her forehead after all.  I debated about using this title – I was afraid the song would get stuck in everyone’s head and you’d all be really mad at me.  But you know what?  It’s stuck in MY head, so all is fair.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She’d been drinking too much eggnog,
And we’d begged her not to go.
But she forgot her medication, 
And she staggered out the door into the snow.

When we found her Christmas morning,
At the scene of the attack. 
She had hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminating’ Claus marks on her back.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now we’re all so proud of Grandpa,
He’s been taking this so well.
See him in there watching football,
Drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel.

It’s not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family’s dressed in black.
And we just can’t help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig.
And a blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma’s wig.

I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors.
Better watch out for yourselves.
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

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