So Many Santas (A Service Dog’s Perspective on Christmas)
I really enjoyed my Christmas season, exploring new places and meeting new friends and people everywhere I went with Christy.
My nose has been working overtime, smelling the scents of the season. Everywhere we have gone, I’ve met Santa Claus. The first place was at the mall.
Santa is a very nice man that I sniffed very closely and found to smell like cologne and candy canes.
Christy and I explored downtown Morristown and its variety of specialty shops and local businesses. Outside one of the shops, I met Santa again.
He smelled different from when I met him in the mall. His face was younger looking, and his beard smelled of synthetic fibers and aftershave.
Mom and I walked across the street to a bookstore. In the window I found the real reason for Christmas.
It is no wonder the Santas I met smelled differently. They were actors, portraying a mythical man. But as I sat in front of the bookstore window’s display, Mom gave me a treat and said, “This is why we celebrate Christmas.”
I wagged my tail as my doggy heart agreed.
