dog biscuits, milk and what? no santa???

When I came back to church yesterday...footstool didn't greet me as usual like his pleasant self...he always is at the gate ready to greet me when I come home at night because he knows it's the best form of bribery he has...greet me...wag tail a little and I am helpless to his charm so I will bring him out to pee everywhere...to mark his presence...

Actually, I think something has been on his one track mind the whole month...he seems to be waiting for something....

Then yesterday...i found dog biscuits and milk under the christmas tree i knew what's the problem...so I sat down next to footstool...who was lying and waiting on the couch under the christmas tree...and gently told him...

"Footstool...there is no santa..." I said being as gentle and as consoling as I could....at that his eye became bigger...as if he had just had a shocking revelation and his heart was broken!!!! I can't believe footstool didn't know there's no santa!!! He's three years old for goodness sake...
The wide eyes...quickly turned to an almost sad depressed look...I continued to explain to him that Santa was a product of mass commercialism....and it's not what christmas is about...christmas is about more than that...it's the celebration of the love our God has for us, and the coming of our Lord Jesus who is born in a manger to save all of us...it's God made man!!! Emmanuel!!! God is with us!!!!!


My explaination though...was somewhat lost on footstool... he doesn't care for words too much...just food,walks(actually more like peeing) and laying around lazily while his staff runs his film production company he shares with me...

Ah well he jumped up and finished the milk and dog biscuits...There's nothing more horrible than seeing a sad dog....luckily I quickly thot of something...I bought something that was meant for footstool but I never gave him...so this is a great time to do that...everyone deserves a gift for christmas!!! especially footstool...."footstool i have something for you" i yell and I ran upstairs to grab a miniture basset hound toy i bought for him...it was from hush puppy...i know he will like it...but well...i guess i was more enthusiastic about it than footstool...who gave me this look of discontent...that's it??? knowing footstool he probably expected a ferrari...to all of you from me and footstool....Merry Christmas....and remember Christmas is from the heart you guys... cheers =)