The long winter's nap

It was early afternoon one cold winter day in Chicago. I never knew cold could be that cold. I was putting my little ones down for a long winter’s nap and explaining to them why we should always be respectful of policemen and never call them “cops”. Stressing how hard they work to keep us safe from robbers and kidnappers who would take them far away from their mommy. At that very moment, what to our wondering ears should we hear, but a very loud thump on our front door. The sleepy kid’s sprang from their beds to see what was the matter. As they were about to open the door, I hollered, “Stop”! Anxious, like race ponies before the bell, they looked back at me with that “but someone is actually coming to see us - look” and receiving “I am the mom and you will do what I say or else- look”. They pounced to the window and threw up the sash. When what to our wondering eyes should appear on our door step, but four heavily armed “policemen” piling on top of a run-away bank robber. The five police cars on the lawn with the new fallen snow gave a luster of sirens and flashing lights to the neighborhood below. The little lambs all exclaimed as they looked into the light. We are sorry we called you a "cop" alright, “Mr. Policeman, sir”.