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A Winter's Tale -- Cahleefohrneeiah Style

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I on my couch with the dog in my lap, We both settled in for a long winter's nap. When what did my feverish senses assault But the sound of big hooves and the horn of a Renault?! Dumping the doggie, I ran to the winder. On my front porch was -- a big Surfer Reindeer ?!?!? His nose wasn't red, but his eyes looked like stop-lites. His muscle shirt glowed and he sported bright Sta-Tites. Bagged shorts to his knees that he'd mended with care and I'd swear there was glitter in his long sun-bleached hair. He stuck out his hand hoof, a smile on his face. "Duuuuuude," he said, and stared into space. "Can I help you?" I asked. He shook his big head. "Duuuude. What'm I doin'? I've lost it." he said. "Might it have something to do with that box in your arms?" "Where'd this thing come from?!" he cried in alarm. "It looks like my address in letters this big!" He scratched his blond braids, and started to twig. "Duuuuude, I'm Dunder de Reindeer. I work the off season." "All the way from the Pole?? You must've been freezin'!" "Naaaah. I live in Seal Beach, my route is the Coast. I've come to The Country™ to bring you this Warm Winter's Toast. Like... Your Secret Santa, he sent you this gift. It was my job to bring it, but I lost my lift. Duuuuude. By the time I found transport, the season had passed. This trip was a bummer. I wanna get gassed!" "Gimmie that box, you big goober, " I cried. When I read the label I knew he'd not lied. I tore off the tape and ripped open the carton. And when I looked inside, I truly felt heartened. From my Secret Santa, he's such a big a sweetie! "The Language Police -- Oh gawsh, this is neatie!!" Dunder leapt off my porch and as he passed outta site, I heard him call out, "Hey Duuuude, gotta light?" I on my couch with the dog in my lap, and from reading this book, I'm so mad I can't nap. But from way on the inside, down where I get sappy; "I Thank You sweet Santa, You've made me so happy!"

with deepest apologies to Major Henry Livingston Jr

Posted by Claire on 01/18 at 05:37 AM
  1. You’re quite welcome, Sorry it took so long for Amazon’s elves to find the book.

    Posted by  on  01/18/04  at  06:05 AM

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