A Scooby Kind of Christmas

Once upon a time, in a little house in the forest, there lived a cat named Scooby. Scooby’s favourite time of year was Christmas because, while it was too cold to play outside in the forest, her kind humans always brought in a tree for her and even put little things they called ornaments on it that she could bat around with her paws and play with all day long. Scooby wasn’t sure what the brightly coloured boxes under the tree were for but they were comfortable to lay on when she got tired of knocking the ornaments about.

Besides the tree, the humans also made lots of yummy treats like turkeys and hams for the holiday and the two little girls who lived there always left lots of bits and pieces on the floor for Scooby to eat. Scooby loved the little girls even though the Christmas season made them even more excitable that ever. Sometimes they would poke Scooby and pet her a little roughly but Scooby knew it was out of love, besides, she could just go hide in her Christmas tree when she needed a break.

This year was going to be extra special because the little girls had told Scooby all about Santa Claus who brought gifts to everyone on Christmas day. Scooby wanted to meet this special human in the red suit. Maybe he would bring her some fish or treats, or maybe even some catnip.

The little girls were too tired to stay up all night to see Santa Claus but Scooby liked to sleep all day anyway so maybe she could stay awake long enough on Christmas Eve night to meet the jolly, red-suited human herself.

It was the middle of the night on Christmas Eve and Scooby was dozing on a blue and red coloured box when she heard a noise outside. She jumped up to the window ledge to look but all was unbroken white snow and quiet outside. Then there was another noise from the other side of the house. It sounded like a hoof from the creature the little girls called a reindeer.

Scooby ran across the house to see, through the living room, into the kitchen and up onto the counter to peer out the window. There in the shadows under the trees she saw something move. Scooby saw long legs, a lean and strong body, a head topped with antlers, and there, a red nose shining faintly in the gloom. And behind the reindeer, what did she see but the outline of a sleigh. Santa Claus was here! But where was the bearded human in the red hat with all the presents? Scooby looked but didn’t see him anywhere.

Suddenly Scooby remembered what the little girls had told her about the Christmas tree and the wrapped boxes beneath. They were called presents too and Santa was going to put even more under the tree for the family. Scooby jumped down from the counter, out through the kitchen, rushed across the living room and back to the tree. She looked all around the room but where was Santa Claus, she still couldn’t find him anywhere, and she was filled with disappointment.

As Scooby padded back to her blue and red box, she noticed something new. There were more boxes than before, over there a bike one of the little girls had asked for, and there on the ground, it looked like a piece of red fabric. Could it be from Santa’s suit? Scooby looked around again and finally noticed, on the top of her blue and red box, something new. She moved closer and sniffed the new thing, it was a little catnip mouse and it smelled amazing. As Scooby took her new present in her mouth, she heard a faint “ho, ho, ho!” and saw a little red glow out the window followed closely by a sleigh flying over the trees.

Scooby hadn’t gotten to meet the special human named Santa Claus but she knew he was real and so she sat down happily to play with her new toy and to wait to share a Merry Christmas with her little girls.

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