Kayla told Santa she wants two things for Christmas.
A homework kit. To do her homework with. I think this is a suggestion her teacher made to help her be more organized, not realizing that by suggesting we bring One More Thing into our lives we would actually be swallowed by the Sea O' Clutter.
And a dog.
My heart rolled over inside when I heard this. I want a dog, too. I actually want one very specific hairy, goofy, yappy, annoying, cuddly black dog who sleeps on his back and likes to get under the covers with me. But that dog got run over by a car three weeks ago. Santa, can you bring us Jack back, please?
Kayla insists there's nothing else she wants.
Granger wants the XBox 360, but I can't see myself investing in yet another game console. Don't we play enough games, IM enough, chat on MySpace enough? Do we really need another interactive device? Oh yeah and it costs $300 and that is without any games.
OK then, Mom, he said. Then a dog. I want a dog.
Video game console or dog. Santa? Help.
Everything inside me tells me it's not a great idea to get a puppy on Christmas. (Not that we'd be getting a puppy -- I want a dog at least a couple of years old, housetrained. We'll rescue one if we can find one.) But everything inside me tells me that this family, this poor sad broken little family needs a dog to help it feel better.
Someone with a short stubby tail to wag and ears to stand up tall. A turned little face and hopefully the ability to smile with a real toothy smile -- just like Jack had. If she could have hindquarters that shift as she rockets around the park, that would help, too. It would make me miss my Jack more than ever but it always made me laugh, too.
I need advice. Help.