It was Christmas Eve and the snow fell heavy, quickly blanketing the ground covering the tiny bird foot prints left in the snow. New prints took over as the small birds carried on joyfully playing and eating seed and bread left on the windowsill feeder. The birds seemed to be having so much fun hopping and fluttering from branch to branch, tree to tree and finally settling for a moment on the tall bird-feeder on the brown post. The seed was plentiful and a few small pieces of bread remained in the feeder and on the ground. It won’t take long for the squirrels to find the bread on the ground and run away with it.

I wanted to be outside with the enjoying the snow. I wondered if they would fly away if I approached them. I bet they would but I wish they wouldn’t because I would enjoy being a part of their world for a little while. Maybe they would land on my arm if I stuck it out like a perch or tree branch. Maybe if I held up some bread they would get used to me.

The lights on the Christmas tree twinkled and sparkled as the colors blink on and off in patterns. The Christmas tree smelled like rich pine and was decorated with wonderful ornaments from years past. So many holiday memories in those ornaments. Mom always had the record player going during the holiday season and I came to love some the same songs she did.

Daydreaming as I watch the snow fall outside the window, staring off in the distant snow-covered trees. I did a double-take when I saw a big, beady eyeball staring back through binoculars. The tiny creature ran with binoculars in tow as they bounced on the ground in the snow behind as he ran. He took cover behind another tree closer to the house. There was that beady eyeball again, looking around and it was very suspicious.

I wasn’t about to let that scandalous looking, flea bitten Chipmunk spoil Christmas.