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Jessie’s Trip to the Pumpkin Farm

Jessie sniffed the corn stubble.  There were so many wonderful scents on the pumpkin farm that she hadn’t been watching Santa.  So, when she turned to greet her friend she was startled.  Santa’s face was no longer rosy and plump.  Instead, it was smeared with black and white makeup.  His face looked like a skull and Jessie didn’t like that. Jessie's Trip to the pumpkin farm

Jessie whimpered and put her legs between her legs.  She edged her way away from the corn maze and moved behind a sculpture of two horses with a cart that was made of twigs.  Jessie flopped down on the ground and placed her head on the nearest pumpkin.  She looked mournfully into Santa’s face and sighed.

Santa laughed.  “What’s wrong, Jessie? Don’t like my new look?”  He reached up and rubbed his chin.  When he reached into his pocket dirty black makeup smudged his jeans.  Santa tried to wipe the smudge  clean but couldn’t.  He pulled out his tee shirt to cover the offensive mark and looked down at the dog.

“It’s okay, Jessie.  It’s all in good fun.  The haunted pumpkin farm is a fundraiser for homeless families.  I’ll take off the mask soon.  I promise!  Anyone, for caramel corn?”

Jessie’s ears perked up and she raised her head off the pumpkin.   She timidly wagged her tail and then hurried to catch up with Santa as he walked to the food table down by a stage.  Jessie approached the table but stopped and tilted her head as she noticed the man on stage.   He was dressed as a zombie and his hair was flopping up and down. It fell off his head.

Jessie sat mesmerized for several minutes until Santa held out a handful of corn for the dog.  Jessie licked Santa’s hand and woofed down the sweet treat.  She turned to look at the stage again but the zombie was gone and two young girls were holding up pumpkins they had carved.

At that moment, from somewhere behind a pile of pumpkins a loud “Kaboom” filled the air.  The sound lasted for over a minute.  It was so high pitched that it hurt Jessie’s sensitive ears.  She dropped to the ground and put her paws against her ears.  She began to cry loudly.  As suddenly as it started the sound stopped but not soon enough for Jessie.  Her ears rang and she no longer liked the pumpkin patch.  She wanted to go home.

Santa reached down and massaged the dog’s ears.  “Some prankster set off a bunch of firecrackers behind the hay bales on the other side of the barn.  They’ve been stopped.  They could have set us all on fire!  I’m sorry about your ears, Jessie.  Let’s go find the sleigh and head back to Ms Claus.”

Santa picked up the dog and began to wind his way through the crowd of oddly dressed people.  As Jessie watched her surroundings from the warmth of Santa’s arms, she wished the party didn’t have to be so scary. Jessie liked parties.  After all, parties had food, and warm hugs, and food, and music, and most of all food.  But, somehow a party where everyone tried to scare everyone else seemed strange to her. At least the scary parties would be over soon and the fun parties of Christmas and New Year’s Eve would be along soon. Jessie wagged her tail.  Soon, she’d have shortbread, dances with Molly, gift giving with Santa and Christmas Eve Day roast beef.  She’d be home soon and she couldn’t wait for the holidays.

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Jessie at the Christmas Ornament Contest

Jessie placed her paws over her nose and lay down on the floor as far away from the

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The Ornament Contest

crowd as she could.  She whimpered and peered out looking for Santa.  Several trees were toppled on the ground with hundreds of shiny ornaments broken on the floor.  Jessie hadn’t meant to destroy the contest but somehow she had managed to get in trouble again.

It started when they arrived at the convention hall.  Santa was to judge the local ornament contest. Each year he picked a new ornament to give out to children around the world.  The winner of the contest would have their ornament produced by the elves for Christmas.

At first Jessie had been happy to sit in the corner.  Many people stopped to pet her and there were so many sounds and sights that it kept her occupied for almost half the day.

It wasn’t until noon when a food table was put out that Jessie moved from her spot.  When Jessie smelt the glorious aroma of baked chicken and mashed potatoes her tummy rumbled.  Very carefully she moved across the floor to the buffet table.  She sat at the end of the table hoping for scraps and she wasn’t disappointed.  Many of the people gave her bits of chicken as they moved through the line.

When the line dwindled Jessie’s tummy was full and she was content.  She tried to cross the floor as carefully as she could.  She didn’t want to disturb the hundreds of decorated Christmas trees.  She wanted Santa to be proud of her and the last time she was near Christmas trees she destroyed the event.

Just then the entertainment began and a drummer began to pound on his bass drum.  Jessie jumped in the air and turned around to look where the noise was coming from.  She looked all around and finally spotted the drum at the front of the room.

Jessie shook her ears when the drum rumbled again and began backing away from the sound.  When the drum let out a boom louder than thunder, she scrambled backwards forgetting to look where she was going.  Jessie backed into the largest tree in the room.  The tree shook and teetered and then fell into two others. The three trees came down with a crash breaking many of the precious ornaments.

Jessie cried and ran to the opposite side of the room where she sat shaking. She whimpered again and spotted Santa who was making his way through the angry crowd. “Jessie did you hurt yourself, girl?”  Santa leaned down to look at the dog.

Jessie licked Santa’s hand and looked down sadly.

Santa sighed.  “Well you do have a talent for getting yourself into trouble.  Don’t worry though my friend.  I have pictures of all of the ornaments so we can still have a fair contest.  You didn’t ruin it and the people who are angry will calm down and eventually see the accident as funny.  It’s partially my fault. I know that you’re afraid of loud noises.  When the drum started I should have came and found you.  IF you can forgive me than I can forgive you.  Deal?”

Jessie rose her head and looked at Santa.  She couldn’t believe he wasn’t angry.  She yipped, stood up and wagged her tail.

Santa winked at her.  He walked back to the trees whistling with a twinkle in his eye.

Molly’s Shortbread

1 cup buttershortbread

1/2 cup icing sugar

2 cups flour

1/4 tsp baking powder

1/4 tsp salt

Mix butter and icing sugar until fluffy.  Add dry ingredients and incorporate until mixture forms a ball.  Form into a log and chill for at least an hour.  Remove from refrigerator and cut into slices. Bake at 325 degrees for 20 to 30 minutes.