It was a truly magical Christmas!
I, Miss Persephone, took my station directly in front of the tree, in anticipation of the arrival of that notorious dwarf with his bundle of squeaky-toys and treats.
Oh, Ecstasy! The Bearded One cometh!
Our St. Nicolas is a bit Druidic. He treasures the things of the forest. Like us wolf-children.
Each year, he brings lots of cool things for Buster, me, and the assorted humans who share our house. Mom got lots of clothes and a portable DVD player--Dad got a cool infrared water-temperature indicator for his flyfishing--and we superior canine beings got lots of things to chew on!
Bailey DOES get a little manic when opening her presents (as well as those belonging to anyone else!). She says it's good therapy. Hey, if it works for her, that's fine. Anyway, Bailey's our Official Present-Opener!
It DOES exact a certain toll, however.
In the end, she always has to be carried from the scene, exhausted!
How do you like my new earrings?
Christmas Morning ALWAYS has to end with the ritual licking of ears and the wishing of good cheer and Canine-Consciousness to our lesser human friends.