Where the coyotes sing Christmas carols

I stepped out on the stoop for a breath of fresh air a few minutes ago, and the hills were alive with the sound of music.

Indeed, the coyote choir was in full throat, and they were belting out Good King Wenceslas, or so it sounded like to me. At the chorus the dogs up the hill, the German shepherds next door, and even Bruno joined in!

Take that, pandemic!

We're not going to let a virus ruin Christmas!

Not again!

We've been bent, but we're not broken after two years of fighting the virus.

And just to prove it, I'm heading back out to sing a few more Christmas carols with the coyotes.

Merry Christmas, everyone!