Reel Sorrey

Two things greeted us when Emma and I returned from our errands.

This: 

 

And this:

I couldn't decide whether the decapitated reindeer or the spelling was more tragic.  (Who teaches that kid anyway?)

I found the little perpetrator on his bed, head under his covers.

I hugged him and told him I love him.  He hugged me and told me he was sorry.  (About the decapitated reindeer or the spelling?)

I "fergiv" him for both.

The End