Geez, we just had the scare of our lives. We heard sirens blaring and they were coming right down our quiet little road! A fire truck drives slowly by our house like he’s looking for a fire. We dash to the windows and peer across the street at the Murray’s but all looks well there, then over to the Corbett’s at the end of the cul-de-sac. Nope, not there either. The dogs are going nuts and Bella is scared. What is that awful noise mommy? Make it stop!
I look out the window just as he’s driving back past our house and see a figure on the front of the fire truck. It’s wearing red and it’s waving at me. Good grief. It’s SANTA! I wave back laughing with a strange sort of glee. It’s only after he is past our house and I see him stopping in the front of the neighbor’s down the road that I realize the reason for this strange visitation. Oh, now I get it. Probably looking for donations since we have only volunteer fire departments up here. I wish I known what it was all about because if I had I would have run out and given them something.
New Jersey is weird. Scare the living daylights out of people with sirens and horns with Santa aboard. That’s life in a small town!
Posted by Lynne on 12/14/2008 at 02:43 PM
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