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