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All I got in my stocking was coal.

Yeah. Coal. Made me sad.

What?

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Corgi...


...or a Lab...


...or a Chihuahua (well, maybe a stir)...


...or a cat (if Hobbes has anything to do with it...


...the critters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of catnip and bones and tennis balls and steak danced in their heads.

Merry Christmas.

Is Santa here yet?

I decorated my stocking.

I've been good.

And I'm soo cute.

Cookies

Right there.
On the coffee table.
Four inches from my nose.
I wish my legs would grow.