Mom said "Gee, I hope Duncan has an awesome Christmas. He has been such a sweet boy this year."
My dad said "Which Duncan are you talking about?" I thought that was RUDE, but sometimes he thinks he is being funny when me and mom think he is not so funny, so that is what I thought was going on. Mom too, because the next thing she said was "Our sweet Duncan. I just can't wait to see what Santa brings him." To that I thought "Woo hooo, me too!!!"
But then Dad says "I know you don't want him to be disappointed but I think you should know, I found something in the garage tonight that leads me to believe things are not looking good for Duncan ....." And he held this up for mom to see:
Well, puppers. This made me so sad that I rolled over and got up and left the bed without looking back. What have I done???? Why me, Santa? Why, me???
I was so sad I went and laid down by the fire place with a big sigh and resigned myself to a sad, sorry, lonely Christmas.
But then I heard something in the garage. I ran in there and found something shocking .... a Chubby Little Elf was hanging out in my garage. I said to him "Get out, I hear you have nothing good for me this year. I don't understand why not. You have hurt my feelings and I must ask you to get out of my garage and be on your merry way.
And then the chubby elf says "Back off sad and angry white dog. I am here because we figured out on our pre-delivery check out run that our navigation system was off by one digit and I think I dropped some coal off here by mistake."
Happy Dance!!! This is me doing the HAPPEEE DANCE!!!!
Woo hoo, puppers. It looks like things might not be so bad after all!!!!
Except for the bulldog next door that sometimes likes to growl at me. I regret to inform him that things are not looking so good for HIM this year.