"A DOG'S CHRISTMAS"
About Christmas, every stray dog in the kennel knew
Abandoned, found, lost, born mutts each and every one.
They were caged in cold metal cages, rushing, jumping,
barking and huffing.
Just waiting for the early sun and their daily run.
They did not realize that the upcoming feast was
All they could hope for was joyful dreams of
On the eve of that hallowed day, there was one who
would not let it stand.
He was not a pampered, soft, steak-fed ball of comfort
Oh no, he had been in the desert wars, the police K-9 units
and always in demand.
But now, as Christmas Eve sleep settled down over him,
Gossamer dreamed about some wonderfully familiar stuff.
Deep in a wintery forest, Gossamer chased that most
elusive of creatures…
The fluffy, brown, ball of fur…the rabbit with the cottontail
and soft features.
Twisting and turning in the deep, frozen white fluff, Gossamer
gets closer and closer
To the furry mammal of the family Leporidae until he
corners him against a rocky wall.
"I caught you, silly bunny," said Gossamer, who was greatly
interested in the rabbit, "Why should I not keep you
forever…just for fun?"
"Because on Christmas Eve, we rabbits," said the Bunny
who was so shy,
"Keep watch to see Santa go galloping by."
"And do you ever see him?" asked the dog, eagerly.
"Oh, yes; every Christmas. I am not afraid of him. And it is
such fun to see him come dashing along, cracking his
whip and calling out happily to his reindeer, who are
able to run even swifter than we rabbits. And Santa Claus,
when he sees me, always gives me a nod and a smile, and
then I watch him until he gallops away out of sight.
Sometimes, if I’ve been good, he will give me a present."
“So maybe,” said the bunny with a sly little smile. “We
could wait into the night until the magic hour arrives
and maybe, just maybe, Santa Claus will give us a
So Gossamer thought, thought and he thought some more.
And then, looking up into the sky at the twinkles and sparkles,
he shuffled a little bit closer to the soft, possible friend
that he used to abhor.
And in return, the bunny put his paw atop the dog’s, and they
talked of what they wanted for Christmas.
A steak, a carrot, a hamburger and a salad. A toy that squeaks,
a soft burrow or a warren.
A home, they both said as one.
So they sat with their paws in the ice-cold snow and if
you looked very close, you might see them lean against
each other…but just for heat, mind you.
And in the morning, when Gossamer awoke from his dream…
standing there in front of him was a family with two girls,
one holding a soft, brown bunny in her arms. “I want
THAT puppy,” said the other. “You promised I could pick
And Gossamer thought of something he had heard before.
“What if Christmas didn’t come from a store.
What if Christmas, maybe, meant a little bit more.”