Ani’s Advent – Angels

Dear Santa,

This is my last letter this year. I know you are going to be a little but busy tonight.

But, as it is just you and me, can we drop the act for a minute? You know as well as I do that there is more to a small dog than meets the eye. More than balls and cheese and chicken and mischief.

Can I tell you what my Mother told me when I was a pup? She said the two-legses don’t need to know, but you aren’t a human two-legs, are you?

She said that if I ever told, it had to be from my heart to my pups. But all my pups are two-legses…

So, from my heart to yours, Santa, from the Long Remembering of my kind…

Much love,



Midnight Echo, oil on canvas

We knew when the Child had been born.

The Book doesn’t tell them about that, does it? Just the sheep and the choirs of angels. It doesn’t mention the dogs.

They didn’t see how we pricked up our ears and twitched our noses. How we raised our faces to the night and how those with a voice joined the song of the stars.

They do not tell how we guarded the Child as he grew. How we taught him to laugh and play in the dusty streets. Of his hands on our ears or our head on his knee. Of the tears he wept into our fur and the comfort we gave when the days were cruel.

We are just dogs. By that time, they had forgotten us.

But still we watched. Those who could worked, guarding their flocks, chasing down game or rodents. We were just creatures to whom they threw a crust or a bone. Or pests; homeless wanderers, unwanted and unloved. Some, it is true, lost faith and sank into their darkness.

It hadn’t always been that way.

We had crept close to their fires long ago, in the savage times when their life was hard, sent to teach them of love and loyalty. To show them how to work together. To help them grow. We cared for them, guarding their sleep, teaching them the way of the hunt, cleaning the discarded food from their camps and keeping the rats away from their cradles.

They have forgotten. How could they not? Their memories turn inwards now, they have lost the Long Remembering and see only today and yesterday in their quest for tomorrow. They do not understand that the memory of their kind is still deep in their bones.

Yet it is from the bones of their ancestors that they begin to remember. Over thirty thousand turns of the sun ago they laid us to rest beside their dead. There are those who begin to see the role we played and how it was our presence in their lives that helped them become what they are today.

We do remember. We know why we are here, walking beside them, helping them learn who they can be. Comforting them in the dark times. We know our place in the Great Order of life.

And we know when a Child of Light comes into the world.

We have watched them come, one by one. Their words and their lives tossed around like toys, their bodies often broken by Man’s cruelty and fear. They are fearful creatures after all. Yet every time, some of them hear and learn. Some of them see the spark of Light in the words and deeds… and see then forever that same spark shining in every living creature.

We need no Star. We always feel the birth of Love. It calls to us, for it is what we are. They need no Star either, they only think they do. They think too much and feel too little.

It is told that some of our kind were there, with the sheep and the shepherds that night.

Perhaps it is true. Perhaps, like many stories, it is only a story. Yet truth wears many guises and can be hidden in many places. The Long Remembering knows truth, not just a narrow reality.

We know too that every child is a Child of Light. Guard them well, They told us, and teach them how to Love.

Who knows which of them will change the world?

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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46 Responses to Ani’s Advent – Angels

  1. Beautiful Ani, Merry Christmas to you and your two-legses family

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  2. You brought tears to my eyes. Lovely, thank you. And merry Christmas to you and yours. Have a wonderful holiday and a beautiful new year.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. janmalique says:

    This is truly beautiful and a Great Truth…

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  4. samanthamurdochblog says:

    Wonderful Ani! Good dog, you have poetry in your soul and love in your heart.
    Love, light and blessings to you and yours, have a wonderful festive season πŸ™‚

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  5. Ritu says:

    Beautiful Ani! Merry Christmas dear pup 😍

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  6. Mary Smith says:

    Have a lovely, peaceful Christmas, Ani and Sue.

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  7. bobcabkings says:

    Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
    Ani tells Santa a secret.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. adeleulnais says:

    Blessings and big hugs from Adele, Ani. I remember beautiful, I always remember. xxx

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  9. vronlacroix says:

    Resonating beauty. Merry Christmas Sue. x

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  10. quiall says:

    I am touched, deeply. Such words of wisdom. Peace and Merry Christmas to you all.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Very lovely, Thank you, Sue, and a very merry Christmas!


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  13. Wow, This is awesome, Ani. ❀ ❀ ❀
    Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

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  15. Widdershins says:

    Oh Ani … πŸ™‚


  16. “… sent to teach them of love and loyalty … how to work together … guarding their sleep, teaching them the way of the hunt, cleaning the discarded food from their camps and keeping the rats away from their cradles.”

    Oh Ani, you are wise beyond imagining, and your fur-faced kind are more loving than those of us who walk on 2-legs deserve. You (and little TinkerToy, of course, and all of the angels with faces of dogs that have graced all of our lives) have MORE than earned your places at the right hand of God.

    Thank you for this BEAUTIFUL Christmas Eve post.
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
    – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”


  17. This was so touching, Ani xxx 🐾🐾🐾


  18. dgkaye says:

    Hoping your Christmas was as beautiful as Ani’s story. πŸ™‚ ❀


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