Mr. C. Cow would like to wish everyone a very merry “Christmas In July”.
Yeah…….It’s July. Our jolly cow friend is just a tad bit too excited for the holiday season to approach. It’s been so hot outside that I think I melted a pair of shoes walking from a carry out to the camper. One time the sun and I had a discussion about, maybe, calming down a few degrees but they didn’t listen. Do you know how much beehives on an otter sweat when exposed to seven billion (possibly exaggerated) degrees? I do not feel we are even close to the gift giving, Santa loving time of the year.
With that said….Happy “Christmas In July” from Mr. C. Cow.
I took this photo in SL at the Christmas at North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M). Yes….we went and paid a visit to Mr. C. Cow’s buddy Mr. Claus. He’s doing well. Did a bit of surfing on his off time. Ate a lot of beach food from various food trucks. Did take Ms. Claus on that art museum walking tours she’s been dying to do. Glad to hear that they are enjoying their off time.
Another year has gone by and I still think about the day that you invited me to be a part of your official crew. I am, eternally, grateful for the opportunity to be your friend as well as take on some holiday responsibility. I am writing to you with my gift list this year but I only ask for one thing. My friends are my family and they mean the world to me. I would like to ask you to bring them presents because, although I have stopped chewing on curtains, want to use my good throughout the year to bring those I love gifts. This would mean the world to me.
For Bishop: Please bring him a new set of work gloves as his polar bear paws get cold when he has to work on equipment when it’s snowing out. If you can add a hat, scarf, and no snow when he’s trying to fix a forklift I ran into a tree that would be awesome. (Thank you for giving him the patience to put up with my forklift into various stuff last year. Maybe I need the gift of forklift lessons.)
To Marslean: Please bring her a helmet for when she’s practicing her flying. She is a marvelous flyer but I can be a distraction at times. I don’t want her to crash into the equipment company roof while I’m trying to show her how I can juggle candy canes AND sugar cookies AT THE SAME TIME! (Maybe I need the gift of not trying to get attention while others are trying to concentrate.)
To Tipsy: She is my best friend and the gift she has for watching over all of us has made us a real family. She’s short foot short inches but has the grace of someone who isn’t the height of a sack of potatoes. I would say platform heels but Tipsy is pretty ok with having to use a step stool, ladder scaffolding, and a box to reach the top kitchen cabinet shelves. Maybe some hair spray to replace all of the stuff I used trying to make my rainbow wig reach new (spectacular) heights. (Maybe I need to learn to ask before using someones stuff up.)
I hope that I have been a good enough part of your team this year to receive gifts for my friends. Thank you for being a great holly jolly friend. Hope to see you in the off-season again for a bit of surfing.
Mr. C. Cow
(A Note From Tipsy)
Mr. C. Cow doesn’t realize a few things this holiday season. it’s not in any bad way but it shows that he, as always, is never thinking about just himself. Mr. C. is concerned with the presents his friends are going to receive and this makes him want to make sure that they get what he feels they deserve. This is at the sacrifice of his own holiday gift receiving cheer. When he says that he feels bad for the various things he did in 2018 (accidentally crashing the forklift which was, not mentioned, on an icy pavement) this makes me want to explain why he shouldn’t feel bad for the actions that he couldn’t control.
*Bishop: The forklift was on an icy surface in bad weather. It skidded out and hit a port-a-potty. Disgusting? Yes! The deal is that it wasn’t Mr. C. Cow’s fault. He was just there.
*Marslean: I don’t need a helmet because I crash every time you make a joke Mr. C. Cow. Your jokes make me laugh, feel relaxed, and want to try harder. Without you I wouldn’t have a cheering team that owns their own pom poms.
*Tipsy: You are family Mr. C. Cow. You’ve been a permanent member of this family since I first met you. I don’t care if you use up all of my volumizing hair spray because you are considerate enough to go to the store and buy more. Even if you didn’t I would still love you. Santa Claus doesn’t need to bring any of us presents because we have you. And you deserve everything on your list.
The stockings had been hung by the chimney with care. We had that whole hope of Saint Nicolas thing going on. Cookies and milk were left out. Carrots for hardworking reindeer (with only one Mr. C. Cow bite mark) had been eaten. The holidays have happened!
What did Santa say to Mr. C. Cow on Christmas eve? When asked Mr. C., shyly, produced an official North Pole badge proclaiming him an official part of the Santa Reindeer Crew. I couldn’t help but tear up over this stunning gift. After all of these years seeking Kris Kringle just to have a conversation Mr. C. Cow was bestowed the honor to be a part of the holiday crew. I’m still tearing up now because we no longer have to have to search for Santa. Santa and Mr. C. are besties. I never thought this would happen. I don’t think that our little cow could be anymore joyful over this. (Not to mention that he did get a new milk can!).
Determination and hard work are worth it. Mr. C. Cow is the ultimate proof.
Second Life Photo Taken In Second Life By Me….Woo….
We usually put out our postcards on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Do to the holidays, as you can see, the schedule is a bit funky. Will be skipping Thursday and doing New Years Eve as Well as New Years Day postcards to fit. (Hey…you get extras!) Will resume our normal stuff after New Years.
Mr. C. Cow was making hot chocolate and discussing the pros and cons of glue versus tape when wrapping a present when we heard a strange noise. It started out as a commotion on the roof that we thought was just a branch falling off a tree. The commotion turned into the jingle jangle of a million bells that, somehow, were all in harmony. (Mr. C. Cow once broke a shelf at a bell store. When they hit the ground none of them sounded harmonious.). Before I had the time to jump out of my seat and scream “Oh Holiday Elf help us! The roof is caving in!!!” there was a polite knock on the door.
I didn’t want to answer it. Who makes that much racket on your roof, makes you hit the deck because you think the world is falling in on you, then politely knocks? Mr. C, who is not known for using a door peephole to see who’s knocking, decides to answer.
Door to door roof repair salesman?
New wave shingle playing musicians?
Umm….no….it was…Santa Claus!!!
All of that searching, hunting, moo crying, and wishing for a one-on-one conversation with the big present man in charge has led us to this moment. This juncture in our tale where the one thing Mr. C. Cow wants more than anything else for Christmas (besides ANOTHER milk can) is a Santa chat. A discussion with the one person in a little cows life that fills him with hope, cheer, and the holiday spirit. Mr. C.’s pursuit of Santa led us to not finding him but Santa finding Mr. C.
They went outside and had a private conversation for quite some time. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Did I make hot chocolate for our guest? Should I start baking cookies? Not wanting to stare at the private conversation between a cow and Kringle I made small talk with the reindeer. Rudolph enjoys playing online chess. Now I have a new individual to play with. Who knew!
After their conversation was finished I was in shock when the jolly man in the red suit shook my hand. He told me that I was, mostly, good for the year, and should expect some extra hold hairspray for my beehive. Bishop, who had been drinking coffee and watching out the window the whole time, tipped his coffee cup at Santa. He knew he was good all year. No worries in the present department there. Marslean, who had been discussing walking on icy surfaces with hoofs with reindeer, also knew she had been exceptional all year so she wasn’t worried.
As Santa left I asked Mr. C. Cow what they had discussed in private. My answer was “You’ll find out tomorrow!”.
Merry Christmas Eve,
Awesome Santa Photo Taken In Second Life By…Yeah…You Guessed It…Me!
I, accidentally, ran into Santa Claus the other day while holiday shopping. Well…not ran into as much as caught a quick glimpse of him. Mr. C. Cow was off in a different section of this tiny holiday village we happened upon buying more lightbulbs and I was trying to buy him something quickly before he came back. While browsing cow sized sweaters the big man himself flew overhead in his sleigh.
When Mr. C. Cow came back from his lightbulb purchasing I informed him that I had caught sight of Santa Claus streaking through the sky with a few of his reindeer. This made our dear little cow SUPER EXCITED! We have been trying to hunt the ho ho ho man down since the beginning of the holiday season and to be so close to miss him again drives us CRAZY! Since Mr. C. Cow is so into the holiday season he was at least excited to have one of us catch a glimpse of the sleigh and a few tiny reindeer.
After the excitement of almost meeting Santa died down Mr. C. Cow went back to purchase a few holiday cards to send to the cows back home. I wandered around, spoke to a few of the local creatures living in the area, and attempted to find Mr. C. Cow the perfect sweater.
I know that a sweater doesn’t sound like a really exciting present to give someone for the holidays but you don’t know Mr. C. Cow. He gets really chilly when we go to places with snow and a sweater in a cow size is not an easy find. We actually spent an entire day recently trying to find him one with no luck. You would think that more companies would take the time to think about their bovine customers. Maybe I should start a cow sweater company. Mr. C. Cow can knit and I’m pretty good at marketing.
It’s Mr. C. Cows favorite time of the year. Holiday trees. Garland. Tinsel that gets stuck onto his horns if he gets to close to them. Decorating the camper and our house with lights. The season brings out some sort of holly holiday homemaker/baking champion out in Mr. C. Cow.
What does this mean for me? It means that, during the month of December, I find myself visiting as many places that involved Santa Claus, stockings hung by chimneys with care, and sugar plum fairy attractions as possible. If it promises yuletide cheer we’re there. Even if they just have a sock hung on a wood burning stove then Mr. C. Cow will want to see it.
Today we stopped at an extra snowy area because we saw a couple of bears (and a bunny) decked out for the holidays. Mr. C. Cow just had to know where they bought their fashionable duds.
Did you know that there is some sort of warehouse dedicated to the sale of wreaths as necklaces? I wasn’t aware that such a thing existed but, according to the bears (and a bunny), it was the best place to find such items in a generous bear (or critter) size. The things you learn when you just stop and talk to others!
While they discussed the pros and cons of wearing real plants I sat on a log and watched two small bears in cute little tiny sweaters ice skate.
They weren’t half bad and would stop on occasion to give each other bear hugs. As they twirled and hugged Mr. C. Cow and his new friends discussed how one waters live wreaths safely. (You take them off BEFORE watering. Makes perfect sense to me.) When they started to get into talking about proper pruning techniques I watched a group of animals on a sled wiz on by with a bunch of presents.
The cat driving was a maniac behind the wheel (errr…string….rope…sled harness? Whatever!). They were going so fast that the little bear along with their presents flipped off the back. The cat was so focused on driving that he didn’t even notice the loss of passengers and cargo. Alarmed I rushed to the little bears side. His tiny little head was stuck in a snow drift so I pulled him out and checked for broken paws (and head!). The bear , who gave their name as Tim, was fine just a little shook up. When Tim realized that the cat (who happened to be named “Speedy” Sam) had left him behind he started to cry.
“How will I ever carry all of these presents to the forest creatures without the sled??” (Boo Hoo Hoo Hoo)
Giving Tim the tiny bear a hanky to wipe his tears away (and to blow his nose…I told him he could keep the hanky) I said that Mr. C. Cow and I would be more then happy to give him a lift. Grateful for the kindness he accepted. I managed to pull Mr. C. Cow away from his conversation and we dropped the bear off just in time to make a bunch of woodland creatures day.
We learned a few things today. Driving a sled at neck breaking speeds is not recommended. If you decide to wear a wreath as a scarf be sure that you are not allergic to it. If it involves the holidays Mr. C. Cow will hunt it down and you will visit it.