And all through the house, not a creature was stirring except for... well, me. And Mom. Mom types whatever I dictate. I would do it myself but you have no clue how hard it is to type without thumbs. Okay, maybe you do, if you've been in an industrial accident or if you own tigers, but the public in general has no clue.
Where was I? Oh yeah. So it is actually the day before Christmas and there are a lot of people stirring here. But I'm confused about something. Tonight is the night that Santa, an obese guy with a beard like a Hell's Angel and an uncanny skill for breaking and entering, is supposed to come give us presents. Mommy and Daddy seem totally okay with this. A stranger is going to come into our home while we all sleep?
I'm getting this idea that I am not supposed to bark at him, or raise my hackles, or even growl a little. What about Eva? This is her first Christmas with us and maybe her first with a family. What if she bites Santa? Will I still get my presents? And how on earth is he getting in! The chimney leads to the boiler for goodness sake. Is he going to squeeze out of the radiator like steam?
Mom tells me I just need to have faith - the same way we have faith that the sun will come back every day and the daffodils will come up in spring. So, I will have faith in you, scary fat man. Please bring me a kitten.
Where was I? Oh yeah. So it is actually the day before Christmas and there are a lot of people stirring here. But I'm confused about something. Tonight is the night that Santa, an obese guy with a beard like a Hell's Angel and an uncanny skill for breaking and entering, is supposed to come give us presents. Mommy and Daddy seem totally okay with this. A stranger is going to come into our home while we all sleep?
I'm getting this idea that I am not supposed to bark at him, or raise my hackles, or even growl a little. What about Eva? This is her first Christmas with us and maybe her first with a family. What if she bites Santa? Will I still get my presents? And how on earth is he getting in! The chimney leads to the boiler for goodness sake. Is he going to squeeze out of the radiator like steam?
Mom tells me I just need to have faith - the same way we have faith that the sun will come back every day and the daffodils will come up in spring. So, I will have faith in you, scary fat man. Please bring me a kitten.
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