'Tis the season of course. I have a few quick Christmas stories to share over the next couple days.
Between the age of 12 and 15 I had a paper route. It was one of those morning gigs necessitating my alarm to ring at about 5 a.m. Don't even ask me how I was able to do it for years and years for the meager wages of $37 a week, but somehow I was.
One frigid Christmas morning, as I was delivering to my third-to-last house, I prepared myself for the daily freak out of that particular customer's dog. It was a little guy, perhaps Border Collie-sized, and without fail it went ballistic every time I closed the paper into the storm.
Apparently, the customer wasn't really bothered by it all but I couldn't help but cringe every time.
So I hear the dog going nuts as I turn on my heel to vacate their porch and it was then I noticed their Christmas tree, through the picture window, completely decorated and still lighted falling not-so-gently onto its side. Fido must have gotten caught up in it, or its wiring or whatever, but it created a six foot, shiny, blinking, noisy avalanche of balsam.
Good morning. And Merry Christmas. That must have been a fun one.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Christmas Tale I
Posted by NouveauBlogger at 10:03 AM
Labels: Christmas, paper route
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4 kind commenters:
I think that's the best holiday story I've heard in a long time. I don't like yippy dogs. Serves the little guy right. I just hope the house didn't burn down.
It didn't :)
Perhaps you'll like mine for tomorrow.
Now that's funny :-) What a great story! Our Saint Bernard used to chase and knock me down when I'd deliver papers close to home. I think he thought it was playtime, and he'd play with the papers that fell out of the carrier. The worst part was tossing a slobbery paper onto a porch after that.
lol - even worse for the customer.
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