Cheyenne's Howl

Printed in Mountain Messenger on Friday - December 26, 1997

Christmas

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Once again you humans do know how to celebrate a holiday. Christmas and Thanksgiving are definitely something to Howl about. I think I'll rename them "Howlidays". I bet that word won't be on spell check. Again I got to do more eating, one of my favorite pastimes, than usual. Shawnee, my roommate, and I got all kinds of good food on Christmas. Mom just kept bringing it out to us and we ate it all. I finally got to have some more whipped cream but I haven't been able to convince Dad to replace my daily yogurt with it. I am also still trying to get him to replace those puny chicken legs with turkey legs, but that hasn't worked either. What's a poor little wolf to do? I'm open for suggestions. Got any? Hey, I wonder if the KP Cafe will serve me turkey and whipped cream? I bet Kris would bring me some. I promise I'll even lick Ted's face; that is, only if he has some whipped cream on it.

  I ate so much these past few days that I think I got delusional. I actually thought I saw some reindeer on Dads roof. They were even harnessed to a sleigh and there was this big old guy with a white beard and wearing a red suit up there too. I know I had to have eaten too much because, BURRRRRRRRRRRRP, excuse me, this guy was carrying a huge bag with wrapped packages in it. Now this guy goes over, stood up on the chimney and disappeared. I closed my eyes, shook my head, reopened my eyes and he was back and getting into his sleigh. He even waved to me. I must admit I really do like my food, and it's obvious that guy in the red suit does too. In fact he has even named those reindeer after food. If I heard him right, he called the lead reindeer, who by the way must have been celebrating for quite some time as his nose was bright red, I think he called him Rhubarb. Then there was Donuts and Stuffin and Fixens and Omelette and Masher Potatoes and Cucumber and Flavor Enhancer and Whipped Cream and Pie and Turkey and .......... ooooooooh, I think I need some Pepto.

Well anyway, to make a short story longer, this guy in the red suit took off just as fast as he appeared. I finally got up enough nerve to ask Mom about what I thought I saw and she agreed with me that I had eaten too much but that I was not delusional. She said that jolly old mans name was Santa Claus and that he lived somewhere up near the North Pole. She also said that he had hired a bunch of elves to help him make and wrap up presents for all the good little wolves and children throughout the world and that he delivers these packages to them every Christmas. I have never met this Santa Claus but I know he is a very intelligent man. The reason I know this is because even though my critics have been telling him and everyone else how bad we wolves are, Santa Claus saw right through all their lies and brought me a bunch of presents. I got all kinds of food and toys and food and a new harness cover and food. Carol, from down at the Pizza Crossing in Georgetown, brought me some biscuits and roast beef and Don and Helen from Franktown brought me a deer leg and a gift certificate from the KP Cafe for two buffalo burgers. I wonder if they are related to Santa Claus? I hope each of you had as great a Christmas as I had. I need some Pepto and a nap.

Cheyenne