If I could, I’d come to each of your houses and give you a wiggle and a woof. I’d lick your face if you let me and wiggle in your arms if you picked me up.
I’d bring my favorite stuffed squirrel to play with and you’d toss it and I’d run, grab it, and bring it back to you. If you have slippers lying around, I’d grab one of those and run with it. I love biting the end of a slipper, shaking it like the dickens back and forth, and then bounding up to the top of the sofa with it as my prize. Eventually, you’d get it back.
I love wearing my new little red collar and going on long walks, but not past the two reindeer on that one guy’s lawn. They have pretty white lights shimmering all over their bodies, which is cool, but they move! Can you believe it? Their heads swivel from side to side, which totally freaks me out. I lunge at them, and Mom says, “No” and pulls me away. I turn and growl a bit and then let them be.
I hear it’s like that with some families at Christmastime. There might be one or two relatives that cause a little disturbance and others want to lunge and growl and make a big noise. I think Mom has the right idea. Turn your cheek and walk away. If at all possible, of course.
This is a time of year for much family good cheer, eggnog, bacon squares, board games and laughter and fun. May your days be happy and filled with love. Whatever you do on these special days, remember the reason for the season. God loves you. God loves me too, or he wouldn’t have given me this wonderful home. I’m thankful.
Merry Christmas to each and every one of you!
Wiggles & Woofs,