Mom took me for a walk in the dark. We NEVER walk in the dark (except to do YouKnowWhat after I've had dinner because YouKnowWho won't do YouKnowWhat in our back yard). But other than that, we don't walk in the dark. Cuz, well, javalinas and rattle snakes and coyotes and bob cats. That's why.
So I was surprised the other night when she drove up to the Rec Center and then told me to get out in the dark. She started singing "Here come Santa Claus, Right down Santa Claus lane!" (Believe me, you don't want to hear Mom sing! But that's not the point. At least I don't think so. No, the point was she was singing about Santa Claus Lane. And what do you know? There we were on Santa Claus Lane!
Santa had a list of all the good boys and girls and dogs and cats. Mom said my name was on it! I didn't see it, but I'll take her word for it. Why wouldn't it be? I'm such a good dog!
We stopped in front of my friend Pooh Bear! He's my favorite bear. Actually, he might be the only bear I know. Whatever. I like Pooh Bear!
We kept going down Santa Claus Lane.
We saw presents and sparkly snow on the trees, just like at my cousin's house in Massachusetts! Where I've never been, but I know about snow cuz I met it in St. Louis once. It's cold. The snow on these trees wasn't so cold, but it was pretty.
It was all so pretty. But my favorite part...except for Pooh Bear. I really really really like Pooh Bear...Did you know that? ...my favorite part was at the end. That's where we got to wish everybody, Happy Holidays!
And so from Santa Claus Lane and My House, to you: Happy Holidays.
(And from Mom and Dad, too)
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