Long Overdue Santa
BY J. R. KRUZE
IT HAD BEEN 21 YEARS since Santa last came to my Master's home.
I sat here in on the porch, enjoying the first late snow of the year. And Santa came to mind.
He quit coming after the children had left one by one, every seven years or so. They would visit now and then, and I would almost get a cramp in my tail from wagging so hard in happiness. My tongue would loll, and I'd sit by their feet or lay there as they talked along with my Masters.
It was bliss when they visited, as I missed them so much. But I always had my Masters, their parents, to pat me on the head and refill my bowls with food and water.
Every seven years, my Masters would take many days to get a smelly pine tree into its position by the window. And my Momma Master would ooh and aah ov
