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I am deferring from my history topic this week to publish a Christmas story. It is one that I wrote almost 40 years ago, so in a sense, I suppose it is history.
Misty, the Cocker Spaniel, peeked out from under the table. What was happening? For the last few days, the whole family had been too busy to play with her. All they ever talked about was Christmas. Misty put her nose on her paws. She gave a great sigh. "What is Christmas?" she wondered. Misty had a problem. Puppies didn't know anything about Christmas. She lifted her head. She had an idea! She'd go next door and ask Gunner what Christmas was all about. Misty stood up, went to the door and barked. Sarah let her out. Immediately, Misty ran into the yard next door. Gunner was in his doghouse. He was a sheepdog. His long, shaggy fur hung over his eyes. He used his paw to push it aside. "Hi, Little Lady," he barked. "Gunner, what is Christmas?" Misty yapped. "Christmas is when people take trees into their homes. They decorate them and when Christmas Day arrives, they give each other presents." "Oh," said Misty. She was not happy with the answer Gunner gave. Christmas had to be more than a tree and presents. Misty walked to the end of the driveway and stood, looking both ways. There were no cars coming, so she crossed the street. Thunder, the police dog, sat on the front step. "Thunder, what is Christmas?" Thunder scratched his ear with his back paw. "Christmas is having lots of food," he growled. "Is that all?" Misty barked. "As far as I know," Gunner growled. Misty was sad. Christmas had to be more than trees, presents and food. She walked two blocks to the Fire Hall. Zeke, the Dalmatian, stood by the big, red fire truck inside of the building. "You shouldn't be here," Zeke snapped. "If there's a fire, the men will come in a flash, jump into the truck and speed away. You could be injured. Come outside." Misty and Zeke found a safe spot in front of the Fire Hall to sit and talk. "What is Christmas, Zeke?" "Christmas is when careless people cause fires," Zeke barked. "There are lots of fires at Christmas." Misty started home. There had to be more to Christmas than trees, presents, food and fires. No one would start a fire on purpose. Misty was very confused. Zeke was wrong. She had to find the true meaning of Christmas.
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