My daughter, Sunshine, is becoming quite the cartoonist. I thought I would share with you this hilarious rendition of the hazards of Christmas shopping…
Once upon a time in a nearby village, there lived Mr. Snowman. Never one to have his Christmas shopping out of the way by November 2, Mr. Snowman waited until the last minute, once again, to buy that special gift for his beautiful bride, Mrs. Snowman.
At 2:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve, Mr. Snowman climbed on his horse, Blizzard, and headed for the nearest Sno-Mart. “I’ll see you when you get back, Dawling,” said Mrs. Snowman, as she lovingly looked at her husband. “Ride carefully and don’t forget to pick up some snowcones for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner.”
Being a former first place winner of the SnowUniverse Muscle Man Competition, Mr. Snowman opted to carry all 20 bags of purchases instead of pushing them in a cart.
And then something awful happened. Absent-minded Mrs. Daisy Snowball was jibber-jabbering on her cell phone with her best friend, Margie, and singing Christmas carols at the same time. Her shopping cart was overflowing with enough food to feed a small country, and she could barely see over the top of it. Not that this mattered since her eyes were closed.
Mrs. Daisy Snowball came from the left side of the store. Mr. Snowman came from the right side of the store. And that’s when it happened…Mrs. Daisy Snowball ran smack into poor Mr. Snowman and knocked him off his feet. Sno-Mart bags went everywhere and Mr. Snowman crashed to the ground with a thud.
Minutes later, Mr. Snowman was rushed to Snow Valley Community Hospital with multiple injuries.