X – Xmas Gone to the Dogs
X – Xmas Gone to the Dogs
Christmas Eve arrived, and the house buzzed with excitement. The family had hung stockings prepared cookies, and set up a tree that shone brightly. Half the lights worked when someone hit the plug just right.
Aarav: [Clutching a teddy bear] Daddy, what if Santa can’t find our house?
Dad: [Placing his hands on his head] No need to worry champ. Santa now uses Google Maps. He even gets updates about traffic!
At the same time, near the fireplace, Mr. Pintu, the family dog, hatched his own scheme. Mr. Pickles: [Lost in thought] “If I dress up as Santa, I might get the cookies… AND the gifts. A double win.”
Mr. Pickles disappears into the laundry basket and comes out a few minutes later wearing:
A red tree skirt as a cape
A white sock on his head like a Santa hat
A cotton ball stuck to his nose (no one knows how)
He walks into the living room with pride as if he owns Christmas.
Dad: [turns and almost spills his coffee] WHAT IN THE WORLD—
Aarav: [takes a sharp breath] DADDY! SANTA BECAME A DOG!!
Dad: [says ] I mean… he needs to visit millions of homes. Maybe he got smaller.
Mr. Pickles: [moves his tail fast]
Dad: [goes along with it] HURRY! Put out more cookies! Santa burns calories when he’s a beagle.
Aarav: [worried] WHAT ABOUT THE REINDEER?
[Right then, the cat walks in wearing a broken Christmas bow and looking very unimpressed.]
Dad: [smiles] Seems like Rudolph got smaller too.
Aarav: [smiles wide] BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!
[That night, Mr. Pickles eats all the cookies, knocks over the milk, and falls asleep snoring under the tree looking very happy with himself.]
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