It’s 3:00. Do you know where your donkey is?
That’s what a local radio station is playing, followed by a bray, as the introduction to the song “Dominick the Italian Christmas Donkey.”
The first time we heard it, my 9-year-old daughter and I howled with laughter, particularly in light of this:
For the record, I would like to point out an error. Contrary to implication, said officers did not assist in the re-homing of the donkeys. Never even saw ’em. Aided by a neighbor with a bag of apples, we apprehended them ourselves.
The last time Jo-Jo and Foggy had an excellent adventure, we took blueberry pies to the neighbors whose lawns they desecrated. I am beginning to think that people are letting them out while we’re not looking in hopes of getting a pie.
Incidentally, I’d never heard that “Dominick the Donkey” song before we moved to New England. Must be an Italian thing. Or maybe it’s new, and I’ve just been out of the South too long. Question for you Southerners: Are your Christmas stations playing this song? Here’s a YouTube version of it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQrdxtWgHbE