<p style="text-align:center;"><em>By Chicken Wrangler Sara</em></p>
Every year at Christmas, I sing “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.” It’s a real song I promise.

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This year Rachel got me a hippopotamus – she made me a hippo hat.<a href="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/hippo-hat.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-5560" src="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/hippo-hat.jpg?w=158" alt="hippo hat" width="158" height="300" /></a>I love it. Now I can sing “I Got a Hippopotamus for Christmas!” – which I do.

This week we had another cold spell so I wore my hippo hat to school. The kids (and teachers) all love It was so worth it.d it.

I wore it all day and as I walked into the teacher’s room at lunch, all the teachers were looking at me. I explained that I could not take my hat off because I now had “hippo hair.”<a href="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/hippo-hair.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-5561 size-thumbnail alignleft" src="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/hippo-hair.jpg?w=112" alt="hippo hair" width="112" height="150" /></a>They thought it was hysterical.

Of course they did, their hair looked wonderful. Mine, however, looked as though a hippopotamus had been sitting on it all day.

Wednesday is “hat day” at school. I may wear my hippo hat again - unless I decide to wear my magic hat. Decisions, decisions……