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Friday, December 24, 2004

Singing Fir Surprise!



This is Clyde on Christmas Eve morning. Yes, I know. "But that is the handsomest pony that ever lived!" you are exclaiming, and I can't deny it.

Christmas is well underway here in MerryLand with daughter number one on her way home from London as I write, and a tray of Christmas goodies fresh out of the oven, including my first ever Yule Log that ever actually rolled like it was meant to - picture here The holly on top is plastic, as the berries on the real sprigs I culled from the neighbour's hollybush this morning look violently poisonous to me. It would be very bad luck if RPD should find one in his slice as he would grumble about it, right up to the moment the fatal stomach cramps set in.

I had a nuisance telephone-selling call this morning (on Christmas Eve?!) and was so surprised that I tripped over the wire of Douglas the Singing Fir. Ever eager, Douglas burst into life, rolling his great green eyes and bellowing out his raucous Christmas song with enormous enthusiasm. I let him sing till he had finished, even thoughtfully holding the phone a little closer to his mechanically flapping mouth.

There was silence at the other end of the line. Then "Murry Chrrrisstmas..... and a Happy NOO Year!" Douglas finished triumphantly.

I hope it made the caller's day. It certainly made mine.

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