Wish You a Merry Christmas

A CHRISTMAS VISIT

It was December 22, a Saturday, and the last weekend before Christmas.

She was getting some last minute shopping done. After making
her purchases she walked with her son over to the cottage covered in
artificial snow that sat in the middle of the shopping mall. She had
promised her son that he could visit Santa.

Her son was eight years old -- tall and lanky like his father.
He had dark auburn hair and gray-green eyes, a sprinkle of freckles
on his cheeks and a wistful smile. His voice was gruff for a boy so
young, prompting many folks to refer to him as the "little man."

Since his father's untimely and sudden death seven months
earlier, he had tried to fill his daddy's place by volunteering for
extra duties around the ranch and his once-boyish mannerisms quickly
gave way to an assumed adult demeanor.

Juggling her packages she gently prodded her son forward when
the elf assistant informed them it was her son's turn to sit with
Santa.

She couldn't hear what the shopping mall Santa and her son were
saying, but she couldn't help notice her son's expression. His
gray-green eyes sparkled with unshed tears and his lips trembled as
he nodded his head in response to something Santa said.

An elf with a camera told her son to smile as he snapped a
couple of shots. Her son looked past the camera. His thoughts miles
distant. The only one who smiled was Santa.

Once in the car she asked her son what he had told Santa he
wanted for Christmas.

He turned his head toward the window. His words bounced off the
glass with a dull echo.

"I want to tell daddy I love him. I want him to hug me and tell
me, 'I love you, Buddy!' when he tucks me in at night."

She tried to draw a breath past the painful lump in her throat.

"I know, honey. We weren't able to say goodbye. We weren't
there to hug him up and savor his goodness one last time... I'm
sorry, hon."

He hung his head.

"Me, too," he muttered in his gruff little boy voice. The hour
it took to get home was quiet.

That evening as they decorated the tree a storm crept out over
the flat range, groaning with snow laden clouds and whining winds.
Soon wet heavy snow was pounding at their windows and icy fingers of
the wind crawled under the doors and into the house.

"We'd better check on the horses. I'm concerned this storm will
spook the mare who's due to foal any day now. And I want to make
sure the chickens are locked up good and tight."

"Okay, Mom. I'll check on the chickens." He picked up the
boxes of ornaments from the floor and placed them on the nearby
couch. "We can get to the rest of this later."

She cast a proud glance at her son. "Yes, my little man. We
can." She grabbed their coats and scarves from the coatrack. They
bundled up and went outside.

The flood light from the roof of the barn was little help as the
gusting wind tossed thick folds of snow everywhere. Pushing against
the wet and cold she reached the barn, threw back the retaining bar
and went inside. She flicked the lights on and took a relaxing
breath. It was suddenly more quiet and calm within. She scanned the
stalls. All was peaceful. The horses were fine. The pregnant mare
dropped her head over the stall half-door and huffed a welcome.

He opened the door to the coops and warm air brushed 'round him.
The heat lamps were on bathing the chickens in a red glow. They were
settled in for the night. Some sleeping, while others clucked softly
in the shadows. He pulled his scarf tightly around his neck as he
shut and bolted the coop up.

As he turned towards the barn he was stopped short by a sound.

There, in the blustery snow was a dark shape. A whimpering
sound issued from the quaking creature. The boy gingerly stepped
closer. He saw a black ball of fur. The head trembled as it whined
piteously.

The wind died down and the boy got a better look at the animal.

"Come here, pooch." He coaxed softly. He squatted down nearer
the dog and held his hand out. The black dog stood slowly, then
reached over and licked the boy's hand. Holding his arms out the boy
called the dog to him. In a bound the dog crawled into his arms --
all the while licking the boy's face.

He met his mother just outside the door to the barn. She gasped
when she espied her son and the creature in his arms.

"What do you have there?" She knew, but she was caught by surprise.

"Can we go inside?" he implored, staring down at the dog. "He's
freezing out here."

"Umm." She nodded and hustled herself and her boy towards the
house. Shutting the front door behind her she faced her son.

"Let's take a better look at him, shall we?" She drew closer
then wrinkled her nose. "He will need a hot bath. Then some food
and water."

He grinned and rushed off with the dog. In moments, the tub in
the bathroom was being filled with water and she could hear her son
talking to the dog reassuringly.

Half an hour later son and dog emerged. She studied the dog who
now followed closely behind her son. He was of medium size,
bright-eyed... and smiling.

She watched as the dog ate.

"Your father had a black dog and he loved that dog a lot. He
used to tell me stories about him. Said his name was Jeremy."

He nodded at the dog. "May we keep him?"

She didn't have to give his question much thought. She'd not
seen her son this animated in months. "Sure. What are you going to
name him?"

Her son paused, then gave his answer. "Buddy."

For the next two days boy and dog were inseparable. They played
and worked together. Come bedtime, Buddy followed the boy to the
bedroom, jumped up on the bed and settled down for the night.

Christmas Eve, before the boy fell asleep, Buddy squirmed over
to him, placed his paws on the boy's shoulders and snuggled up
against him. The boy hugged him close and Buddy covered his grinning
face with dog kisses. "I love you," he whispered, then fell asleep
cradling the black dog in his arms.

Christmas morning the boy woke up to find Buddy gone.

He hurriedly changed clothes then ran out of his room, calling
after Buddy. He couldn't find Buddy in the house so he rushed
outside.

There, in the snow were paw tracks. Buddy's. He followed the
tracks, calling for the dog, when suddenly, the tracks disappeared.

The boy canted his head. "Oh!" he burbled with a giggle. He
then took a deep breath. "Oh," he said again as understanding
flooded him.

He bowed his head and whispered, "Thank you."

Hearing her son crying out as he hurried through the house she
bolted after him. When she caught up to him she glanced down,
following the boy's gaze.

She studied the tracks, puzzled. "Where's Buddy? Did you find him?"

The boy reached up and grasped his mother's hand.

"I'll tell you when we get inside." With a light tugging he
pulled her back in the direction of the house. It had begun to snow.
"Let's go, Mom."

She looked back at the tracks. The snow was quickly filling in
the depressions, obscuring the dog's path. She turned back to her
son. He was pulling her faster toward the house. He looked back at
her and a bright smile blazed across his face.

"I'll race you back!" He let go of her hand and dashed across
the yard. As he reached the porch he threw his arms over his head
and let out a big whoop.

Behind his mother, a tall lanky figure bent down just as a
smaller, darker figure ran up to him.

"Good dog, Jeremy. Come on!" The black dog wriggled into the
man's arms. "You did good, boy!" The tall lanky figure smiled, and
there was a sparkle in his green eyes.

He then turned into the swirl of snow, and vanished.

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Copyright 2006 by Snuffy's human

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