The spirit of Christmas is alive and well at Peter Cooper Village
On the day before Christmas all through the park
Many creatures were stirring
As I rolled in my cart!
The squirrels had been nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of peanuts no doubt danced in their heads
When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter
As out of the woodwork came squirrels in a scatter
As their dreams became real
Of a big Christmas meal!
Two guards walked right past me, calling out "Happy Holidays!" Those words never sounded so good. I had started taking bigger risks when the cold weather arrived, feeding them more openly, and I expected consequences. But none came. Apparently word had gone out from the top to not harass the squirrel feeders, because all of a sudden I felt invisible as guards walked by and said nothing. Even those nasty cracks coming from some of the residents have been replaced by nice salutations like "God bless you!"
|Waiting for Santa|
The squirrels are all wearing heavy fur coats now, along with mittens and earmuffs.
|little white mittens|
|a baby's earmuffs|
|Lady Gray's adorable hat |
It's a wonderful life at Peter Cooper Village.
Peace To All!