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A Boxkicker’s Christmas Carol
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” Especially the boxkickers bringing the presents, overworked & underappreciated modern Santas they are.
“Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter” goes the familiar verse from Clement Clarke Moore’s “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” more commonly known among us lowly and unread rabble as “Twas the Night Before Christmas” poem. In this case it was one of the dogs barking at the banging on the garage door in the middle of the afternoon that I sprang about to see what was the matter.
By sprang here, I mean slowly rambled from my desk to the other end of the house, out the front door, down the sidewalk and around to the garage end of the house where said door banging was going on. As the other dog didn’t seem to care at all and seemed rather put off by having his nap interrupted, I assumed it wasn’t earth shattering like an armed assault, attack of a giant octopus, or the return of Christ so I wasn’t exactly in a hurry or going to push my physical limitations.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear, utterly unsurprisingly, but a feller in a UPS uniform who was on his 3rd of 5 large, heavy boxes, stacking them from the trunk of his personal vehicle against the garage doors instead of the 60-odd feet to the front porch from whence I had just come.
