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This is Raccoon Santa

I thought Santa wore red, the crow said to the owl. Regular Santa, but this is raccoon Santa, the owl hooted. What does that mean? Watch and learn. In a few minutes raccoons began following Blue Santa. His costume was trimmed with white fur, but it was periwinkle. Almost a purple blue. The raccoons followed him to the middle of the pasture. He opened his bag and began tossing out sugar cookies. They caught them in their paws and squealed with delight. Licking the frosting and slurping like piglets. Raccoon Santa! Whoever heard of such a thing? Crow said. Now you have said Owl. He flew forward as Blue Santa tossed crackers. Crow flew in and snagged a couple himself. Best Christmas Eve ever!

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