Hi folks, just a goofy Christmas-themed short this week. Happy Holidays and hope you all have a safe and great New Years. When the separatists went rogue and doubled down on Christmas, the Little League wouldn’t stop playing. I stood at my kitchen window and caught glimpses of the field through the trees that lined the edge of my back yard. In the suburbs, trees were less natural occurrence, and more demarcation. The kids were out there all day and all night, throwing, running, sliding, hitting. The coaches brought them meals on tiny trays, and they ate huddled in small groups scattered around the diamond. The dugout became their home, and the sounds of rifle fire and low-flying drones couldn’t stop batting practice.
Good Cheer Forever
Good Cheer Forever
Good Cheer Forever
Hi folks, just a goofy Christmas-themed short this week. Happy Holidays and hope you all have a safe and great New Years. When the separatists went rogue and doubled down on Christmas, the Little League wouldn’t stop playing. I stood at my kitchen window and caught glimpses of the field through the trees that lined the edge of my back yard. In the suburbs, trees were less natural occurrence, and more demarcation. The kids were out there all day and all night, throwing, running, sliding, hitting. The coaches brought them meals on tiny trays, and they ate huddled in small groups scattered around the diamond. The dugout became their home, and the sounds of rifle fire and low-flying drones couldn’t stop batting practice.