Lasqueti Christmas Elves
Once again those delightful Lasqueti Elves have made the difficult wintery
journey up the rocky irregular hilltop pathways to where I and the other
elder rams, of hardened countenance and shaggy appearance, dwell.
Astonishingly, these Elves carry huge unwieldy seasonally decorated boxes they
themselves have created containing items so delightful and mouthwatering
which they have gathered it is a wonder these elves are able to resist
emptying the boxes into sacs and dashing back down hill to their own
rustic larders to feast for weeks by candle light through the long dark wintery
evenings on these treats, as well they might.
Yet these warmhearted selfless souls cheerfully carry forth their joy,
merriment and nourishment to rescue we old rams from 'ice-olation, 'ferry
barfophobia' and other seasonal hazards.
And not without a piquant humor these Lasqueti Elves, as my box was
adorned with a curious wrapping depicting green brussel sprout heads
wearing red and white fur trimmed Santa hats. Probably this was to remind
me they knew of the time I was able to muzzle my way under a garden fence
to feast down in the valley gardens and they weren't going to let me
forget it.
Also there appears to be some concern among the Elves that my dishes are
not receiving adequate attention, as a new type of 'scrubbie pad' was
included amoungst the jams and jellies and fruitcakes and such. So to
honor this gift I pledge to wash my dish at least once every month whether
it needs it or not.
Beyond this, words fail me to describe my appreciation of this kindness.
So should you see a trace of footprints across a snowy field, you can know
as I do there is a joy upon our island enough to light the world.
