The Inelegant Demise of Parson Brown

 

For Yuletides untold, Lexi and I built our meadow snowman, and just as frequently, Parson Brown came by in his one- horse sleigh, bells a-jingle.

Lexi would roll her eyes and smile, and I braced for the question he’d been asking since music was first heard.

“Are you married?”

“No, Parson, but you can do the job when you’re in town,” I finally answered.

He stopped the sleigh, and positively ran across the meadow.

“What about now?”

Lexi and I exchanged a look, and she gave a slight nod.

I knocked the parson out, and we dismantled the snowman and built a new one around the parson.

It was more slender and taller than our last, but it would serve our purpose.

We took the sleigh into town, where the children were caroling in the early evening.

I stopped, and Lexi approached the children.

“Hey, kids. Would you do us a favor?”

They turned and smiled at the pretty lady standing among them.

“How’d you like to knock a snowman down?”

Their cheers echoed into the snowy pines.

“Where?” one brave lad stepped forward to ask.

“In the meadow, not too far from here. You should do it now, so you’ll be home by dark.

The lad looked to his group, and they all said yes.

“On your mark! Get set! GO!” Lexi shouted, and they took off pell-mell.

**************

“Do you ever miss Parson Brown?” I asked her the following Christmas.

“Oddly enough, yes.”

We never did get married.

 

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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