The last time Mom and I slept in the cold I didn’t know about blankets. While Mom was warm under the comforter and sleeping bag, I kept knocking off my blanket so that I would be ready to jump into action at any moment. I spent that whole night shivering, and ever since then Mom has been training me to use blankets. Every morning when she gets out of bed, she tucks the blankets up around my neck and gives me a kiss on the forehead. As long as I stay that way and I feel cozy and warm, no matter how cold the house is. Sometimes I don’t even get up until it’s time to go to work.
We finally got a place for the Covered Wagon so that Santa could find us overnight, but instead of stopping driving, Mom turned around and went back to the road. “Where are we going??” I asked. “How is Santa going to find us??” “I think that we have enough time for a short hike before sunset if we hurry…” Mom said.
When we got to the trail, I was so excited that I didn’t even care that Mom had dressed me in embarrassing Christmas pajamas. Since Mom was broken, I hadn’t run in weeks, and I felt weightless as I sprinted up and down the trail in a hurry to see what was up ahead, and then as I sprinted back to see if Mom was dead. I rolled on the white dirt, jumped on the boulders, and even chased a bunny or two. I could hardly believe my good luck to be back in the desert with all of my favorite things for Christmas.
Oscar the SnowPooch
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