I am SOOOO tired. This is highly unusual folks but watching all these people running around buying strange colored boxes with odd little strings on them. It’s strange enough we have this tree in our living room that has tiny attachments I am supposed to just “look at.” What is that about?
However, I do occasionally do a “lean in” to the tree, which makes Dad goes insane since I jingle those little things they hid on the tree. But isn’t there a man who jingles with a red bucket? I heard about the Salvation Army men who jingle, and I know the parentals are gathering their donations for the less fortunate.
What’s the use of just looking at a tree if you can’t smell it, crunch it or fetch it? I’m not sure I know what this Christmas thing is all about yet.
It rained really hard this week, and the yard is a swampland. I guess I better leave the tree alone because I got in enough trouble with bringing in my wet muddy paws all over the floor and sliding on the baseboards which gives Dad extra work. Maybe Santa will overlook this one time offense.
All I know it’s dark early, I’m hungrier than ever, and maybe I have the holiday blues so please come and visit since guests always cheer me up. Remember to bring treats since I have been told I am a bottomless pit whatever that means.
By the way, the temperature was a breezy 65 degrees.