SOMETIMES IT'S JUST ME AND ELF.
The harried activity of the holiday season is half way over and I need a nap. All the food, all the company, all the guest fawning over me and all the special attention I get from my Daddies at times becomes overwhelming. I ate too much; I worked too hard on opening my presents; I wore myself thin trying to be "cute" for the guests and company. Now, I just need a nap with my little snuggle-buddy, Alf. Sush.

DREAMING OF LOBSTERS.
T'was the night before Christmas when all through the house hussle and bussle could be heard in every corner. David and Thom were preparing for tomorrow's feast. The house smelled of all kinds of goodies, but the one scent that captured my soul was sitting atop the dining room table. Lobster, yes, it was lobster. And I knew there was one with my name on it. I had already eaten my supper and was having a snooze while visions of bright red crustaceans danced in my head. Oh, will tomorrow ever arrive?

SANTA PAWS CAME TO MY HOUSE.
I knew when they put up the tree there were going to be presents for me to open. Sure enough, I came downstairs the other morning and the place was dripping with bright colored packages. I only wish they were all for me; but I made out all right. In fact, the week before, I got my doggie cousins' Christmas gift because I smelled it in the bag the minute Daddy David brought it into the house. I was just my persistent demanding self and never left his side until I got those doggie chew bones. I guess Thom and David must have bought more for Patrick, Lytton and Benny because I devoured all three from the initial purchase.
I really enjoy tearing the paper off my gifts. Christmas is so special. We always have lots of good food too. This year we had lobster and naturally, I had my very own. Company came, supposedly for dinner, but I understood they just came to pay a social call on me. Boy do I get lots of attention and praise when the house is full of guests. I deserve it too. I wish Christmas was more that once a year!