She’s threatening to put me on a diet. Just before Christmas! She says I’m getting old and fat…well, she should know all about that! And if she even thinks about mentioning my rear end…well..!
Too many treats, she says, and not enough running when we’re out. Well, I haven’t seen her running anywhere lately… except when she’s trying to catch me!
I’ll bet she won’t give up her Christmas treats! Okay, she doesn’t have all that many, comparatively speaking, but the fruit cake and mince pies that she likes will be on her menu, even if I’m not allowed any. Raisins, you see… dogs can’t have raisins.
Still, I have her pretty well-trained on the treat front. She can’t go into the kitchen without me, and that means the treat cupboard. So, if she wants to put me on a diet…she’ll have to stay out of the kitchen too! That rear end I didn’t mention? Might do her some good…
But at least there are always treats in my cupboard. Not all dogs are so lucky…and not all two legses either. Mine remembers Christmasses when her pups were little and there was nothing with which to make a Christmas, so she made things for them instead. They were too little to realise, so they were happy enough. And then some kind people from a charity brought proper toys and food on Christmas Eve. She says she cried a lot that Christmas. Not all of them unhappy tears.
She still puts the old matchboxes she wrapped as decorations on the tree … just as a reminder that things are not quite so hard now, and to remind her that Christmas is not about what you can spend, but about the love you can share.
I had a letter from Maggie who looks after Di at pensitivity101. We look a lot alike…and think a lot alike too…
A Christmas Letter from Maggie
This is a poem my Mummy wrote a few years ago. I’m going to be spoilt this Christmas just as I am every year, but there are a lot of families that aren’t so lucky.
Can I include it in your letters to Santa please?
Images dancing around the tree,
Soft lights and tinsel for all to see,
Faces aglow by candlelight
Everyone happy, merry and bright.
Not all is so overwhelming or grand,
For some, too young to understand
Reasons why Santa does not come
To their house when the ‘Eve is done.
Empty tables, no tree to share,
A present perhaps, wrapped with loving care,
Nothing much, but a gift just the same
With ribbon and bow, and a tag with their name.
In houses stretched across land and sea,
Images differ from tree to tree,
The future for some is not happy and bright,
Yet their faces glow in the candlelight.
It’s Christmas, and my wish to all of you
Is happiness and love when this Day is through:
Not all are surrounded by festive cheer,
But are in the hearts of those held most dear.
About Maggie’s Mum
Maggie shares her home with Di and her husband. Di desribes herself as a retired number-cruncher, but there is far more to her than that. Di blogs at pensitivity101 and is one of our writephoto regulars. She was the first come come over and introduce herself with a guest post. You can read her story in her own words here.
An Invitation from the Small Dog
If you would like to help Ani make her advent calendar this year, send your letters to Santa, festive memories, short stories, flash fiction or poems to the Small Dog. She will post them every day through December until Christmas…and there are still spaces left!
She would especially like to hear from her four-legged or feathered friends (she has a special place very close to her heart for turkeys)… but she says that two-legs are better than none, so she will accept submissions from humans too.
To get in touch, please use the form on the contact page or email Ani at email@example.com