“We haven’t received many Christmas cards this year,” said a somewhat bemused Carol.
Christmas, as we all know, is a time for giving and caring, but I disregarded all that and had a moment of meanness:
”Bugger them, then,” mocked I. “Take a note of who didn’t send one and we’ll cross them off the list for next year.”
Then came the moment …
The moment I checked our email and logged into Facebook.
And what should arrive by the bag full? Christmas cards! Christmas cards and Christmas greetings from all the people I’d threatened to cross off our list. And cards from people who weren’t even on our list (though they will be added to next year’s list).
I guess that traditions change … and that’s just one of them.
I was always led to believe that Christmas was for the children. Not anymore, apparently. These days it’s for … wait for it … the pet dog.
Yes, you heard right.
A friend noticed a lineup in Sydney of people waiting to meet Santa. The line stretched out the building, along the footpath, and around the corner. But young kids weren’t in tow, instead, lining up with them were their excited canines. Tails wagging, slobbering at the mouth, waiting to jump on Santa’s knee, having a chat with the old bloke, and hopefully pose for a snap.
And I hear it’s not just Sydney! All over the world, dogs have embraced Christmas.
One would hope that Santa has strong knees. Imagine posing with a great dane perched on lap.
What’s next? Goldfish? Horses? Canaries? The prized bull?
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, yes … Merry Christmas from Carol and I to all our writers, admin team, regular and new commenters, our readers, and those who donate to The AIMN. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing on Christmas Day, may you be filled with peace, happiness, and good health.
Our most sincere regards to you and your loved ones.