And what are cookies without ice cream? He has saved the latter for himself. I guess this makes him an Ice Cream Coon.
And later that night when Dante is tucked in bed, the birds (replete with cookie crumbs) begin to sing:
"Silent Night
Holy Night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon tummies
Of birds in the wild
First we looked up, and then you smiled
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace"
1 comment:
Always and ever beautiful!
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Wendy. With love, Ann
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