The Chows are in an absolute dither, trying to get everything all taken care of for the Chinese New Year. If all that sweeping weren't enough, the turkeys turn up again and the Chows have to put their brooms down and bark at the turkeys. They came earlier this fall, big, fat, slow and duuuumb, looking for something to eat. I thought my eyes were deceiving me but it turns out that these wild turkeys are some kind of a project of the Fish and Game Dept here in EWA and as turkeys will do, these decided to leave the range and come to town.

The Chows were just beside themselves and repeatedly extended an invitation to the turkeys to step inside Club Chow here at Bellemaison. Those turkeys may be dumb, but stupid they ain't. Anyway, the turkeys come and go and it's mightily vexing to the Chows to have these visitors who do not have proper clearance. Do' is worried about the food (the Chow chow), as she says if the sparrows will eat it, (they do) the turkeys probably will too. Sylvie says those turkeys need to get a move on and waddle faster if they are going to make it back to the Palouse in time for the New Year and Cle says he just needs two seconds with them, only two. Peet says the first thing they have to do is call him Sir and then he'll find out from Sylvie what to do next. Uncle Bob says that the hustle and bustle of the holidays really has cut into his nap time.

The best part about the holidays besides the food, is the traditions that you keep and the company that you get. All such unexpected gifts. And too soon, these gifts of The Magi are opened and evaporate, Little Christmas melts into January gloom and the new year marches resolutely on right before your eyes, ready or not.

A nap, indeed: those, too, are words of the very wise.


JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA