There’s a Christmas tree in my hotel room and I’m really happy about it
I’ll keep ma chin up, don’tcha worry.
Yes’m. Wouldn’t be a very good holiday without my mama
I can hear tha lambs bleatin’ already, and it’s soundin’ like heaven.
Ya think it’ll snow? I want it ta snow. We never get snow anymore. I have no idea how I’m gonna get used to tha cold again, specially after bein’ here so long.
I shouldn’t get all stressed out when finals and midterms roll ‘round, but I do.
Well deep breath, honeychild. Ya got this. Ya gotta keep tellin’ yerself that over and over. DON’T LET THA SYSTEM WIN.
Anywhoodle, goin’ back ta Georgia fer Christmas?
Amen. Not to mention there won’t be any studyin’ ta do. I’m ‘bout burned out.
I’ve resorted ta drawin’ on everythin’. If it ain’t in muh brain, it ain’t gettin’ in there now. Might as well sit back and enjoy tha last few days on tha island.
Ain’ nothin’ like bein’ home fer Christmas.
You speak, madam, if you will forgive me…like someone who has most assuredly not participated in a Turkey Trot.
The much is the least of it. Were you aware that one can clearly distinguish between the genders of a turkey by their droppings? They come in different shapes.
I will, respectfully, take my chances with the caribou. They produce more of it, perhaps, but it is more concentrated and easier to avoid.
Yea, that would definitely be a safe assumption. I try ta avoid anythin’ that involves runnin’. It would just end up bein’ a large mass of tumblin’ limbs, probably with somethin’ smokin’ in tha distance. Best fer everyone’s safety that I avoid that kinda exertion.
I did not. But I am now aware that yer probably someone that knows a lotta random facts, and that yer pretty good at insertin’ them in conversations. Somethin’ else I ain’t good at. Yer just eclipsin’ me.
Once again - I’ll be on tha sidelines. Wavin’ a flag. A little one. Maybe I’ll have a bit of glittery confetti to toss up when someone runs by. Add a bit of sparkle to all tha poo.
I am nowhere near your leg, Ma’am, and if I were I would not touch it without your express permission.
There was also, I’m afraid, a “Turkey Trot” with similarly…self-titled results.
Bless, honeychild. It’s an expression.
A Turkey Trot, however, has a lesser chance o’ a stampede. Tha worse ya gotta worry ‘bout is steppin’ in some muck. Then again, ya gotta worry ‘bout that wit’ tha reindeer too, I suppose.
It just sounds like an all-around bad situation.
I’ll just stand on tha sidelines and wave a little flag or somethin’.
Not when they are introduced 8 kilometers into a 10 kilometer run.
I have recently learned that animal-inspired titles for charity races are not, on this island, merely meant to be clever alliterations.
Wait. Now yer pullin’ my leg.
There’s a race when yer runnin’ from a herd o’ reindeer?
This is why I donate money ta charities. ‘M okay wit’ not exertin’ m’self fer ‘em.
Or more precisely, where does one lose an entire herd of reindeer on a tropical island.
Is there something in the water on this island? Have the levels of toxicity been evaluated recently?
An entire herd of reindeer? Sounds like somethin’ worth seein’.
That’s a shame. I, for one, would enjoy seeing your face around more often. I’m well. Busy as a bee but good!
Makes time fly though, right? You’ll blink and it’ll be Christmas before ya know it! Gonna fly back ta France fer tha holidays?