So, Mama came home from the big box store Saturday, and I heard her tell Dad that she saw a sweater that would be perfect for me if it came in my size. On the front of the sweater, it said, “Dear Santa. I can explain.”
Then Mama and Dad laughed. And I’m pretty sure I heard Abbey and Natasha laughing in the other room.
Now I’m worried.
I don’t know anything about Christmas or Santa, but Abbey and Natasha filled me in a little bit. They had their first real Christmas last year, and they said it was really nice and special.
Supposedly, this Santa dude comes around at Christmas and gives gifts. And he knows who’s been naughty and who’s been nice. Abbey said the naughty kitties get something called coal in the toe of their stockings. I don’t even know what a stocking is yet. I have so much to learn.
Anyway, Mama tells me all the time that I’m a good boy. She gets all mushy and says even though I get into some things I shouldn’t, I’m still a good boy.
But Abbey and Natasha are telling me things are a bit different this time of year. It’s only seven weeks until Christmas, and Santa and his elves – the ones who make the toys—are watching me. So I have to be extra good and lay off the naughtiness.
So how good do I have to be? Mama thinks I’m good even when I do the naughty stuff like climb on counters and on top of desks, rattle the window blinds, make the pictures on the wall swing back and forth—OK I’ve said too much. Let’s just say Mama says I’m good.
But will Santa and his elves think I’m good? Do I have to start being nice like Natasha? Do I have to limit my engineering and scientific experiments and hold off on the wall picture swinging? Even though I’m nearing a break-through discovery?
So all my kitty and doggy and other pet friends out there: What advice can you give me. Just how good do I have to be for this Santa to visit me and give me toys?
Thank you for your help.