Festive Tales of a Lhasa Apso

Christmas Eve

Santa Claus is coming to town

It was Christmas Eve. I was so excited. It’s not just about festive fun as it’s also my birthday! I was so excited. The house looked beautiful with the Christmas tree as the centrepiece. Earlier in the day my human brother had arrived from the big city, called London, carrying a huge bag of presents. I was certain that there were more than a few parcels just for me. My sisters had also arrived bringing the little people with them. As you already know, I love little humans because they never ever get tired of playing and I was already exhausted. After all, there are three of them and only one of me.

Biscuits and wine

Obviously, all the presents were hidden from the children who were expecting a visit from Father Christmas. A large glass of wine and a plateful of my favourite biscuits had already been put on the dining room table for him. I’m not too sure about all this. The other day, I saw my dad trying on a bright red suit which included an enormous white beard. Perhaps my dad just pretends to be Father Christmas to make the little children happy. A plan was taking shape. You must remember that I am a Lhasa Apso. That means I’m a very intelligent watchdog. I know what’s going on when it comes to secret plans.

Festive mischief

After everyone had finished their supper, we all settled down to play a few games. Dogs don’t understand human games and I soon had the place in an uproar because I couldn’t help jumping all over the room spoiling their enjoyment. I didn’t mean to, but I love playing up! Anyway, after a while, I was confined in between my parents. I was no longer free to throw myself around the room. Spoilsports! After that, I went off and sulked a little.

Excitement of the little ones

By the time everyone had finished playing, it was bedtime for the little ones. They were all excited and looking forward to Santa visiting. On their way upstairs they had a quick look at the biscuits sitting invitingly on the plate, hoping that he would enjoy them. Having had a good look at them I realised I would certainly enjoy them, given the chance.  I decided to settle down for a snooze of my own.

Waiting for Santa to arrive

Much later, all the humans went to bed and I was finally alone.  I decided the best place to sleep would be the dining room so I could guard the biscuits until Santa arrived to claim them. If he arrived to claim them, that is. I thought that this was a very good idea. After a lot of clattering about upstairs the whole house became silent again and the territory was all mine.

As I lay in my comfortable basket, I fell asleep but not for very long. The beautiful aroma of biscuits gently brought me out of my slumber. It was time! Then there was a sudden noise in the road outside which woke me up with a start. I looked around and listened. It didn’t seem to have woken anyone else and so I got up quietly and checked everything out. Oh No! The biscuits were no more! But who could have eaten them… Read my Christmas Day blog tomorrow.

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