Christmas Cheer For All

So, all week I've used every spare moment of my time to do Christmas baking

which isn't a negative thing, I really like baking!

Tonight I was finally all done! I had baked 5 different items and they looked delicious!

Then I packaged them all up in pretty tins and cookie bags.

Then I loaded them all up in a sled, bundled myself up and went all over town

delivering Christmas cheer to one and all!

I was almost done when I heard something behind me, it was a dog.

This isn't unusual; there's a lot of dogs roaming free in this town.

I told it to go away but it continued to follow me at a safe distance.

My next stop wasn't home so I was standing outside his house thinking when said dog approached me.

Against my better judgment I put out my hand and encouraged the dog to come closer for a pat on the head.

Miiiistaaaaaaaaake!

As I continued on my way I felt a tug behind me, on my sled.

I turned around and wouldn't you know it, that sneaky dog was stealing one of my

cookie packages!

I chased after it yelling, "STOP!"

The cookie bag went flying, landing on the street and sliding several inches.

I picked up the cookie bag, inspected everything and gave that crazy dog a stern look.

I then proceeded to pick up my entire sled and carry it home, dog trailing along behind me.

I really hope someone was watching out their window because

I'm sure they would have been entertained!

Oh that Henry

I live next door to this wonderful old man, he's in his 80's and before moving into town lived on a farm his whole life. He's very smart, very active and is not used to living in town yet (he still owns his tracor, it sits in the backyard)

Henry hates dandelions, hates them. If there's a dandelion within 50 feet of his yard you can consider that poor weed flower as good as dead. It's Henry's duty, no, his delight to destroy all of said yellow plants.

One morning last summer I walked out of my house, when I turned around to walk towards my car I saw a man in my front yard swinging a sickle. I jumped, my heart momentarily stopping, thinking that for sure the apocolypse was taking place and my head was about to be disconnected from my body. The sickle came down, I cringed...

Henry killed that dandelion in my front yard good.

Small Town

I live in a small town, it's an interesting life! Everyone knows everyone elses buisness, many of the men gather for coffee at the same time everyday, you get your mail even when it has no box number on it (or the wrong box number), children bike around town with no parent supervision and no one worries...it's interesting.

It can also be ridiculous.

I recently learned of a bylaw that is present in my town. You have to tie up your wind chimes after 9pm, if you don't you could get fined. That's a real bylaw where I live!

Someone better tell my dad before he gets arrested!