Santa Visits Local pet Shop, Brings Guest
Thursday, December 30, 2004We went on a drive today...
Here is what I saw:
A sign outside a bar proclaiming "We have heat! Open at 6"...is that some new drink, or do bars usually not have heat?
I sat out in the cold eating MacDonald's food, watching a bunch of little wrens and other assorted birdies hopping through the dried up branches of some bushes...the twigs and the birds were the same color, and there were so many of them, the bushes looked like they were made up of fluttering, squirming leaves...later, at a pet shop, I'd see a finch of the most extraordinary, glowing butter yellow, and feel sort of bad for him.
A funeral parlor/autobody shop. No kidding.
At the pet shop, which is also a miniature train shop, a man about my age kept pointing to my father, telling his absolutely adorable little girl, "Look, there's Santa, wave to Santa." My father's about 6'7, this huge, strong man, with a white beard and, well, a tummy. My father looked at the little girl and said, "I've already started getting ready for next year." And he handed me something to look at.
"Who are you?" she asked me shyly.
"Ah. I'm an elf." I nod.
She gives me a skeptical look. I'm about average height, not really what you'd call elfy.
"Really," I said, and I crouched down, and I swear I have no idea how I managed it, but I wiggled my ears. Really Wiggled them. Not grit your teeth and see if they'll wiggle a little, either.
Her eyes lit up, and she laughed. "You're the Easter bunny!"
I blushed that my trick didn't work as planned, and said, "Well, you caught me." (So, what? I'm too tall to be an elf, but my lack of fur and ears doesn't bother her imagination?)
When they left, I said, "God, I'm suddenly filled with the urge to reproduce."
"Don't even think it." My mother said.
And nope, can't wiggle my ears now. Tried. It was a one time thing, I guess.
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