Christmas in Newfoundland
I am lucky enough to be the kind of lad who doesn’t mind lugging a carful of noisy, fidgety parents and siblings to some faraway land, where the family would spend the entire winter break. I really ought to name my BMW, we have been to many places and seen a lot of things together.
Just last week, on the way to our grandparents’ home in Newfoundland, Canada, my BMW and I are in for one hell of a ride because my bothers and sister would not stop bickering and my parents are getting irritated. Needless to say we are not in the best of moods when we finally drove into Newfoundland. My grandparents’ huse is still a few miles away, everyone is yelling at everyone else, when we saw this sign:
It got our attention, all right. And what could’ve been a ten-round wrestling fight waiting to happen was averted as we all burst out laughing. Lol.
Lucky we did see the sign, though. You’d think it was a joke, but there really were a few moose dotted on the grasslands a few blocks away from the sign.
