My Visit with SantaPosted: December 18, 2012
A few weeks ago, my human mommy was leafing through one of our local magazines. She came across this ad, and the following words leapt from the page:
PET NIGHT: Every Monday in December, 6 pm – 8 pm: We’ve reserved these special times for you and your furry friends to visit Santa. Reserved for friendly dogs and cats only please.
My mommy was ecstatic: A chance for me to meet Santa for the first time (how did I get to be almost four years old without ever meeting Santa?). And I was getting to go into a human mall.
So last Monday evening, I put on my newest Christmas collar and my mommy and I set out for the mall. As you can tell, I was not totally into the Santa visit at this point. By the time we arrived at the mall, though, I was a little more excited. It was great fun walking through the parking lot, and the boulevard shops outside of the mall were especially intriguing. I kept trying to go into the stores, but my mommy explained to me that I was only welcome inside of the mall, and then only in Santa’s Center Court Wonderland.
As we entered the mall, my mommy got a little worried. Where were the other dogs? She could see the line, and it was quite a long one; she could see humans; but at first she didn’t see any dogs. What if she was the only crazy human who thought this would be fun? It was a great relief to my mommy, and a thrill for me, when we got closer to the line and saw that there were lots and lots and lots of dogs.
We settled in for the long wait. I have to say I was quite happy and comfortable in the mall, at least at first. I received much love and attention from humans walking to and fro as they completed (or maybe just started) their Christmas shopping. Little children in the line came by to pet me and have their pictures taken with me. And I made the acquaintance of all the dogs around me. They were exceptionally nice. It was a lot of fun, for a while.
But after about 45 minutes, I could hardly keep my eyes open and my mommy was having trouble focusing. She started to understand why so so many children are in tears by the time they finally get to Santa for the big photo-op. She wondered why more of the parents weren’t crying. My mommy and I are troopers, though, and by the time we finally got to Santa, we were once again excited and full of energy.
Alas, I cannot say the same for Santa. Is it me, or does Santa look like he’d rather be anywhere other than sitting in his Center Court Wonderland having his picture taken with tired children and nervous pets? I’ll go ahead and give Santa the benefit of the doubt: This is a very busy time of year for Santa, and I’m sure his mind was on all of the elves making toys back at the North Pole.
After an hour of waiting in line and about one-and-half minutes of one-on-one time with Santa, it was over. We had a grand total of two photos from which to choose, and then it was time to go home. I was exhausted, and very happy that I have a year to rest before my next encounter with Santa.