The First Noel

Like almost every other day, Samuel was up before the sun on December 25th, quickly followed by myself, whose excitement and enthusiasm for the holiday could not be outdone, even by a sackful of Santa's Elves.

For his first Christmas, Samuel had amassed quite a number of gifts, though it took him a while to get the hang of unwrapping them. The alluring scent of the meaty treats beneath the paper made the task much more appealing, and he was soon the owner of a new bag of kibble, a smorgasbord of treats, and several new toys, including a squeaky cracker and a replacement for the chicken he destroyed a few months earlier.

It was then off to Barry for food and Wii Fit fun. More presents were opened as Samuel entertained himself with his newly acquired stuffed turkey. He greedily eyed the real turkey as we prepared the dinner. We were accompanied at the table by his doe-like eyes, telling a tale of woeful neglect. His shameful attempts at begging worked and he was soon reward by a smattering of meat.

Fit to bursting, everyone set about firing virtual bows and arrows and engaging in sword fights in an attempt to work off some of the pudding. Even Samuel joined in, insisting on standing in front of the TV every time we tried to bowl.

Fowl Play.

With the idea of Christmas better understood, a visit to The Museum of Welsh Life brought Samuel face to face with the season's second most famous star; the turkey. Three of the birds held their ground as they were eyed by this plucky pug, no doubt picking out the one most suited to the Christmas table. Samuel sniffed the air cautiously as the turkeys advanced a few paces. Then, with a defiant call to arms, they wobbled forward with military precision and chased us out of the clearing.

Though turkey might be the festive meat of choice, after this close encounter Samuel would do well to stick to kibble.

A Thing Called Christmas

Since the living room took on the scent of an alpine forest, Samuel sensed things were afoot. The room he knew every nook and cranny of was now awash with twinkling lights and little red socks. The fat pine tree nestled in the corner hadn't been there before either. In the kitchen, trays came hot from the oven, loaded with small spiced pies that were savoured with cream and tea.

The white stuff of a few days ago had been strange enough. But this? Some investigating was called for.

Bringing the Outside in

Samuel didn't quiet know what to make of the new festive arrival.