Merry Christmas from All of Us

Merry Christmas from All of Us

The Scotties find the old house to be a delight! The legend of the house built by Santa Claus, before he moved to the North Pole, is true! Not only are the chimneys magical, but each inside door opens both into a room and into a different location on the globe! The gathering of all the Mums and Dads as well as the Adventuring Scotties, Nefarious Felines, and Associates is as simple as walking through a door!  And what fun to have all the Mums and Dads together for Christmas!

As the decorating process begins, Scotties follow their time-honored tradition of questioning the installation of a tree inside a house. Question the necessity of boxes containing lights, ornaments, and garland sitting in the middle of the floor—interfering with zoomie-runs. Question whether or not the other corner of the room would be a better location for the tree.

The Felines can barely contain themselves at the thought of an organic scratching post being installed in the house.

Scotty males, now having moved forward to acceptance, begin discussing which among them would the first to wee on the new ‘message board’ (tree). Female Scotties disgustedly state the area rugs are still the best choice, by far, for the occasional emergency indoor wee.

The tree is now beautifully decorated and banisters are wrapped with fragrant boughs of greenery. Presents for in the morning are tucked carefully under the tree. Stockings for the furred, feathered, and feline are hung—wherever there is a spot.

Tears flow as the final three stockings, for the fur babies who have passed on, are hung on the upstairs window. There are gasps of amazement as the three red stockings each turn to a rich golden color and sprout little wings! Outside the window, snow begins to fall.

Back downstairs, there are cookies and eggnog as everyone relaxes and visits with each other. “Wonder if we made the ‘Nice’ list this year?” the humans joke.

Suddenly everyone bursts into laughter! Even the Scotties and all are laughing and pointing at each other! Above every head is either a halo or a cluster of coal! After all, the house was built by Santa!

“Looks like some of us have some confessing to do.” Some quiet reflection time ensues and soon the coal clusters morph into halos…all but one very little one.

“Okay, time for bed!” Everyone sorts themselves out to the various bedrooms, sofas, armchairs, nite-nite beds, and pillows. Soon the collective snoring creates a gentle white-noise similar to the sound of falling snow.

Bump. Bump-bump. Thump. Santa? No. It is a little fur baby coming down the staircase—too impatient to wait till morning to open her gift. Under the cover of the snoring, no one hears the tearing of the paper or the ripping of the box. “Ahhchruuu!” she trills delightedly before clapping her little paw over her mouth!

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” she whispers as she gently picks up her treasure. A halo now glows over her little head as she carefully carries upstairs the last piece to finish her tiny Nativity set—a tiny little manger with the precious Holy Baby.

Merry Christmas from All of Us!