But get THIS!
It was Christmas Eve. The children were nestled all snug in their beds. Visions of plums danced in their heads. Yeah. Kole memorized that entire poem this year... but never got "sugar plums." Always left it with "plums." Artistic freedom I suppose.
Me and Ken were too excited to sleep. We were chatting in bed when we heard all this chomping. Now, we have a pasture right next to our house and there are horses over there. We figured it was them. But it sounded so close! Ken looked out the window and there were deer right outside our window.
Wait.
It gets better.
There were 8 deer.
Outside our house.
At midnight.
On Christmas Eve.
Whoa.
Santa's out there.
These were taken a couple days ago. These deer walk right up on my porch. I feel bad no asking them to come it. Or offering them a warm drink.
I've got a video of the fox too.
But I don't want to be all braggy and post it.
2 comments:
EIGHT tiny deer on Christmas Eve??? How awesome is that? I totally would have woken the boys and used them as the "see, proof!" and eeked through the "better be good or else Santa's gonna know" for a few more years.
Nice curtains, Pat ;)
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