The First Chill

Located under Georgia and Alabama lies a sleepy little state in the union that was colonized by New England in 1845. Because this sleepy little colony lacks the culture, heritage, hospitality and charm of the other southern states above it and the climate experiences the highest average heat of any other in the country the colonists who populate it do so for only the five coldest months of the year.

 But every year the residents of this colony, quaint as they are, wait longingly for the first morning of the Autumn season when they step out from their cozy little abodes to feel the first chills of winter, signaling the first waves of their seasonal flocks.

For the rest of the holiday season the simple residents of the warm, sleepy colony marvel with delight at the joyous clustering and spirited chirping of their visiting snow fowl in malls, restaurants, movie theaters, grocery stores and coffee shops. The darling residents gander curiously while their vacationers ruffle jolly plumage on highways, beaches, pontoon boats, tennis courts and golf courses.

Just as the curious residents of the warm little colony delight in the fluttering arrival of their annual gaggle in time for Christmas, so they despair when the time comes for their company to take flight back to their northern roosts.  Having nothing to do for the seven months until their yearly covey returns, the twee residents of the colony dawdle languidly without the knowledge of what a real bagel tastes like.