It's me, Oliver the dalmatian. I'm a little late with my letter this year. My "dog house" has been a hubbub of activity. It's the only time of the year that a tree appears in my living room. The master and mistress haul out boxes of pretty and colorful (I'm NOT colorblind) "things". They smile and talk about where those "things" came from a long time ago. I like seeing them so happy so I try to help. I'm really sorry, Santamatian, that I broke one of the pretty baubles this year.
There are a few other things I sort of regret. For example, I love to run and slide in the garden mulch. It does make a mess but, well, I'm really sorry. And, all those squirrels I bark at on my walks? Have they mentioned anything to you? I sort of feel it's my job to keep them off the ground and on those wires above my streets.
On the "good" side, I bring joy to my town during my twice-daily constitutionals around the neighborhood. When it's warm and the big doors are open, I stop to say hello at the firehouse. The shopkeepers around the town square sometimes come out to greet me. I'd say my walks could go in the "good" column for sure. Well, unless you weigh too heavily on my walks in colder weather when I really need a jacket. I don't like that jacket. It's the wrong color for one thing. Green is not right for a dalmatian. Santamatian, if you have a red one at the North Pole, I'd sure like to have it. I promise to stop running from the kitchen through the dining room and down the hall to keep from putting it on. Of course, I'm just being playful. A green jacket is not going to keep me from my walks!
I ask you, Santamatian, could you resist a nest of pillows on a freshly-made bed. I can't! Before you can say "No, no Oliver", I'm settling down in those pillows and falling fast asleep. I do appreciate my own beds in various locations but they don't have pillows.
Lastly, Santamatian, I truly regret eating that half stick of butter softening on the kitchen cabinet. I don't deserve all the blame. My mistress should not have left it in reach. Maybe you could count that trangression against her??
So, I'm hoping that you'll bring me a squeaky toy or two. Some tasty treats would be nice. I'll leave you a plate of biscuits on the hearth and be quiet as a mouse when you come down the chimney.
See you soon!