Crimson, Not Red

It is Wednesday night the day after Christmas and I am just worn out. 

It was a wonderful sight on Christmas morning when we discovered that Santa Clause had delivered a 7 week old boxer pup under our tree.  Seven weeks old, six and a half pounds of none stop energy who just now finally crashed.
The morning was not without controversy.  Moving the gifts around and getting through all the wrapping paper I realized that the little puppy was actually wearing a shirt.  Apparently Santa does not read the Crier or the Reporter.  He obviously does not read any of the Blogs in Dunwoody as well.  If he did, he would have realized that I am not a member of the “Dunwoody Redshirts”.

The strange alliance of members of the Tea Party and overzealous “tree huggers”, they have adopted Red Shirts as their color.  Wear a red shirt to a City Council meeting and you will find yourself with the likes of little Jimmie, an ill-informed, angry guy, who spouts off at every meeting.  Like any radical, he does not let his ignorance of the facts get in the way of whatever message he is delivering. 

So after chasing the little puppy around the tree, I was able to identify the shirt and get a true color match. You see it was not RED, but Crimson. It was not that shirt of some angry group that is against change of any kind in the city but a crimson red shirt, crimson red of the University of Alabama. 

Seems that the little boxer puppy was born a fan.

 

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