Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Dear Santa,

Whatever she says, it wasn’t me.

I’ve been a good girl. Honest.

I may…possibly… have not been good quite all year. Starting with the turkey theft accident last Christmas Day… and she didn’t really need the rest of the smoked salmon…. Well… it was Christmas… and she couldn’t have eaten all that in one go. I didn’t want to see it go to waste, you understand. Or to her waist.

I know my duties.

I’ve warned off the postman when he comes, seen off the Ginger Tom next door, dealt with all the aerial invasions… you know, birds, helicopters, hot air balloons… But I promise not to bark at you when you come.

You are coming, aren’t you?

I buried some brie under the cushions for Rudolph again but she must have eaten it, ‘cause it’s not there now.

Just so you know, I’m down to the last…