Rabbits run away
I can't recall the rest of the lyrics to that version except they may or may not have included "Santa Claus is dead" but I prefer to think there were just further allusions to hunting wild animals. You know. Pheasants and such. And perhaps reindeer "snicker."
But anyhow....we have the trees out and fluffed and in place but no ornaments yet. Only some little Norwegian Folk dolls purchased last year at an after Christmas clearance sale, a faux antique baby shoe and these terrific shotgun shell lights crafted by my brother in law. He only sliced a few fingers in the construction of this design element. Perhaps that's why he used the red casings.
And this might be all. Les has play activities ev-er-y single solitary day for the foreseeable future.
You know, if I could just quit my job and become a trophy wife (yes, I know they are generally younger than I and the husbands are generally older than Les and yes they are considerably richer than the both of us) then I could always have a clean, beautifully decorated (from thrift stores) home!
The trophy husband should consider it, don't you think?
Many stories herein are subject to the faulty, and sometimes creative, memory of the blog owner and should not be taken as factual, although the names and events are real! Kind of.