One Week Before Christmas
On the week before Christmas, my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree. Correction—make that a Great Horned owl in a hickory tree. No kidding, folks. For the past few nights a Great Horned owl sits in the tree near our family room and serenades us with his version of a Christmas carol. The phonetic wording sounds like “hooty hoot who who.” The big guy begins loud and proud with the first verse and tapers to low and mellow on the final one. Based on his size and looks, no one would mistake him for Santa Claus, but they do share a common trait. The Great Horned owl’s ultra-soft feathers allow it to fly silently across the night sky just like Old Saint Nick in his sleigh.
When does Santa arrive at your house, Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?
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