I now know one thing for sure: Christmas isn't just about weird leafless trees. It's also about some guy named Santa.
Some of you already knew that. Some of you have bravely sat on a Santas lap to have your picture taken. But not me. I've never really seen a Santa before. Brother Dutch said they invade our neighborhood every year (see photo), but I don't remember last Christmas and this year it rained so no Santas came.
I'm trying really hard to understand Christmas, so yesterday I made the horribly stupid mistake of asking my human to explain the whole Santa thing. I have NO idea what word sounds like 'explain' that means dress-me-up-and-stick-stuff-on-my-head, but instead of explaining Santa, my human... well... you see today's picture.
Warning: if you've never had The Santa Talk with your human, do NOT, under any circumstances, ask questions about Santa. If your human tries to talk to YOU about Santa, run and hide under the nearest piece of furniture and don't come out until you're sure no one's going to dress you up like one.
Anyway. I still don't really understand the whole Christmas thing. Or the Santa thing. And even though I know Santa is supposed to bring presents or cookies or whatever, I kinda liked Christmas better when it was all about a tree.