Boris the Boston sat mournfully by the front window, gazing at the sunny South Carolina skies. The reason for his gloom? No snow. Boris was a northern pup, and the southern version of Christmas just wasn't working for him. Instead of a partridge in a pear tree, there was a parrot in a palm. The two turtledoves were snuggled up under a blanket on Myrtle Beach, while the three French hens were screaming for the Gamecocks. The four calling birds sounded like rejected extras from "Gone With The Wind", their southern drawls resounding annoyingly in Boris's sensitive ears. As for the five gold rings - well, Boris would have sold them all in a heartbeat for a ticket back to the snowy north. Boris waggled his crooked tail thoughtfully as he considered his situation. How was he going to get through this snowless Christmas?
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December 05, 2011
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Great way to catch up...where will Boris end up next? :-)
Posted by: Blogdramedy | December 05, 2011 at 08:22 PM
Boris doesn't know how good he's got it. Snow is highly over-rated!
Posted by: Fixitordeal.wordpress.com | December 06, 2011 at 04:26 PM