Snowdeer's Last Stand

I woke up this morning to the discovery of this grizzly scene:


















My precious Snowdeer had jumped ship, literally. Now, I can't say for sure what happened because between the hours of 11:29pm and 7:30am, I was presumed to be sleeping soundly. Perhaps Snowdeer was attempting to make a grand escape from the captivity of my bed? Maybe I've been clinging to his love and affection too tightly and he just couldn't take the pressure of my strangling dependency anymore.

Oh, Snowdeer, how could you do this to me? I thought things were going so well between us. Haven't we been best buddies ever since I pulled you from your delicate little paper bag when Boyfriend brought you home from Bath and Body Works? You were my adorable little Christmas showcase animal; set on display for all to see when they visited my cozy home. Because of you, every soul that crossed my doorstep during the holiday season would fill their hearts with Christmas joy upon resting their gaze on your snowy white fur and green jingly collar. And then, when the last gift had been opened and the last Christmas tree set to pasture like a used up old race horse, did I stuff you into the Christmas decoration box, never to be thought of again (till next year)? No, I did not! I kept you close to me, in my arms at night comforted by your fuzzy softness and squeezability.

Don't you think I had other options? Do you remember, Lambie, your old pal from Bath and Body Works? How quickly we forget. What about Zippy, the baby elephant from college who has been locked away in my bedside table for years? Any one of them would have given their left button eye to be in my arms at night but I chose you. I loved you, Snowdeer. Now, you repay my love by hurling yourself over the side of the bed towards imminent death as your last desperate chance to escape while I sleep peacefully thinking you are safe and warm nestled in my arms or on top of my head, as it were. I am sorry it has come to this, Snowdeer. I bid you farewell ; for I will not force you to love me as I have loved you. Thanks for the memories.


P.S. Boyfriend, if you read this, I need a new stuffed animal. Thanks!