That’s it… we’re on our way! Counting down to turkey-time! It is time to start the calendar and, this year, I have loads of my friends, two-legs and four, coming over to share their Christmas stories!
She’s already up to stuff, though. I’ve seen her, hiding things… I just hope that there are no new antlers this year…
Have a word with her, Santa. Maybe, if you come to her this year, you could bob some antlers on her while she sleeps… see how she likes it, eh? Knowing her, though, she’d just laugh… and then put them on me anyway. My two-legs has a weird sense of humour.
She’s not all bad, though. In fact, sometimes, she’s pretty good and does some good stuff. Like the Tennis Ball Tree the two of you made for me with the chicken flavoured star on top.
She says it was a chicken starfish really, but I like fish too so I don’t mind. It looked like a star to me!
Mind you, I had to rescue it from that pesky robin. he comes and sits on our tree every year, you know. He must be getting old now… I think his joints must be worse than mine. ’cause he never moves much… so I don’t really mind sharing.
And, speaking of sharing… I thought to myself, what do you get for Christmas, Santa? Apart from all those mince pies and the sherry they leave out for you? Or the milk and cookies?
Does Grandma Claus knit you new socks? Or, seeing as how you get everyone to hang up their stockings, do you wear stockings instead?
My two-legs says that’s not the kind of question I should be asking, ’cause some people might get the wrong idea. But what I’m trying to find out is, does anyone leave a present under the tree for you to find?
Well, this year, I thought I would… so I’ll show you a picture now so you know what to look out for. And if you know anyone else who might like it, I think it will fit in their stockings or socks.
She says it is a bit of Christmassy ‘light reading’, so Rudolph shouldn’t mind carrying a few. Tell him I’ll see if I can come up with something better than a carrot this year.
You know, I’ve heard two-legses can go orange if they eat too many carrots… wonder if that’s why Rudolph’s nose glows so bright?
PASS THE TURKEY!
The Small Dog’s Christmas
It is almost Christmas and things are not looking good for the Small Dog. There are too many Santas, too few tennis balls and not enough snow. To make matters worse, her two-legs says there is no room for a Christmas Tree in their new home and there isn’t even a chimney!
In a bid to save Christmas, the Small Dog decides to write to Santa. Every day. Join Ani as she tells Santa about her adventures, explores what Christmas means to her and asks him some very awkward questions…
A seasonal collection of verse, humour and anecdotes from the inimitable Small Dog.