We got a special invitation to Ohio for Christmas this year:
And consequently, Lyndon, the newest member of our family asked if he could do A Christmas Letter from the Buenger family. He was so charming when he asked, that I was duped into it:
Hello Everyone in Blog-Land and Merry Christmus,
Of course, those people better show up back at the homestead sooner rather than later this morning. I fear for their safety. There is a tiny powdering of snow on the ground (just enough to make it fun to wee it away) and you know how terrible Texas drivers are with any hint of cold in the air. They will probably slide all over the road on imaginary ice before they get back over, and Dad said I couldn't chew open any of the presents until Mimi and Oompa go back.
Maybe it is colder in that big place they are staying downtown. Mimi told us that when she woke up yesterday morning and pulled back the floor length curtains that the window and sill and all the window parts (sorry, slippery on those special human words) was covered with ice (I thought, "no kidding, it is 16 degrees outside and snowing") but then she said "ON THE INSIDE so thick that she couldn't even see out at all." Then, she showed me a picture.
It wasn't just a little bit, like you can see in the picture, it was everywhere--maybe even a thicker than my nails, which dad complains about every time I jump up and snag his sweater or leave the little bittiest mark on his arm. And I thought it was bad that they make me go out barefoot to do my business. I would never consider sleeping in an ice room.
I think Oompa agrees with me.
Given a chance, I'm sticking with him. He has the sense in in the family, not to mention style and civility. I think Mimi was fooled by the way someone decorated that room she was sleeping in. As if some cheap lights from Lowe's could transform a hotel room with ice into a holiday wonderland. Sheesh.
Anyway, from the talk, this isn't like their usual Christmas. They did something called shopping. I felt like saying to them. . . like they do on all those really stupid dog videos. . ."Did you do this?" over and over again. "Did you do this? Did you really do this? Mimi, look at me. Did you do this thing called shopping on Christmas Eve?" Unlike those dogs on the videos, she didn't even look sorry one bit.
I think they did this thing called shopping and whatever it is (because of course, I refused to go and stayed tucked into my crate in the middle of a pile of comforting and warm blankets) made dad VERY HAPPY.
In fact they all seem very happy, even though they have to bundle up like walking burritos every time they take me outside, even though they went to something called Easton Mall on Christmas Eve, even though they broke the news to me that they were eating Chinese food and not a "piggy pudding" for Christmas dinner this afternoon (actually I was a little relieved about this).
Mimi said that you didn't have to have all that other stuff to have a great Christmas. I think she is right, especially if you have three times as many laps to sit on and the occasional pistachio treat.
Merry Christmas, everybody!