Some time in 1983 or thereabouts I got to phone Santa (with my Mom on the other phone listening in). My brother had gone first and read up a whole list of wishes for Christmas. I only had one.
”What do you wish for Christmas?” asked Santa.
I thought about it a long time, and decided to be completely honest.
”A dog, but I can’t get one because my dad is allergic”
I don’t think my Mom got as much inspiration for her Christmas shopping for me from that phone call that she’d hoped for! But I got to think about what it would have been like to have a dog for a short while, and dream about it.
Well, I have to tell you – Santa came through! It only took about 30 years, but here we are – a family with a dog, and not just any dog! The bestest dog in the whole world! And he’s got a fur that none of us are allergic to!
So what can I say, other than – thank you Santa!