There are still some times however, that the small town can leave me speechless. I'm never brave enough to take the picture but I got some from other people who actually took them and can prove my story!!
One day recently (the last week of AUGUST) I was going to the post office and as I turned the corner, SANTA CLAUS stepped out onto the steps of this little house (let me qualify that by saying - if you live in a metropolis, you would not consider what I'm talking about as a house. Sometimes in the South we are quite happy taking a couple storage sheds and sealing them together with tar or something sticky and parking a trailer next to it and connecting them all with plywood. It's home and we are happy - don't knock it). Full red coat, white beard to his chest, and black boots. He stared at me as though it was the most normal thing ever. As I turned the corner, with my mouth open wide I'm sure, Santa stared at me expressionless, raised his arm, saluted me, spun on his heel and went back inside. As I continued my trip to the post office I wondered if I had just hallucinated that event maybe? I posted it on FB and a friend posted this picture in the comments! I'm not crazy! Santa lives in a little house on the corner in Avant!
Today while on my drive to work - remember back roads and cows like this ....
I come up on a very surreal situation, I'm going to use as many adjectives as I can so you can get a full picture. Remember I love my country life and the people who make it almost indescribable but ya'll seriously ....
I come up the road to see a car - something like a PT Cruiser - not totally uncommon, but especially on the back roads Most of the vehicles you see are lifted and 4-wheel drive. Beside this PT Cruiser stands a very skinny, pasty white young man. He is barefoot, not wearing a shirt either, long stringy hair --- (there are some men who grow beautiful flowing locks that women are jealous over - not one woman is jealous here ... not one), his facial hair, however is so full there may be some men jealous of his ability to grow a beard. Remember he is very skinny so the only clothing he has on, -- his shorts -- are cinched up tight with a belt. There he stands in all his glory in the Oklahoma morning sun, so white I'm worried about a sunburn for him at 8am here, almost naked except his cargo shorts, eyes closed, hands folded as if in prayer at his chest and balancing on one foot in a very recognizable yoga pose!?!?
So there you go! Here in the back woods of Oklahoma America we're getting civilized! Santa lives here in the off-season, and the locals are bringing yoga to a cow pasture near you!! Happy Friday everyone!
Blessings for today ya'll -- we need them every day!
Heather
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