“What's this?” Lola asked.
“Santa's hat. I'm going to wash it and put it away for next year.” I answered.
“Put it away? Why?”
“Christmas is over. It’s almost the middle of January.”
“What’s it doing here
anyway? Doesn’t Santa need his hat?”
“That’s not Santa's real hat. It's a copy. I bought it for Zelda to wear for the holidays.”
“Why isn’t she wearing it now?”
“Christmas
is over, remember? Dad took it off.”
“Isn’t she cold without a hat?”
“She has new one. I gave her my red
Brooklyn stocking cap.”
“Kitty’s don't wear hats or caps. They get in our way.”
“That’s true.”
“But we like to play with them. Do we have to
put Santa’s hat away? I like Santa’s hat.”
“I can see you do.”
“Besides, you’re still
drinking out of a Christmas cup. I saw it this morning.”
“Hmm. You're right. I did.”
“Busted.”
“Okay. How about if
we savor the Christmas Spirit for the rest of the week?”
“How many days is that?”
“Three.”
“Okay. I love
Santa’s hat.”
“Yes, I know you do.”
Be completely humble and gentle;
be patient, bearing with one another in love.
Ephesians 4:2 NIV
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Labels: Cat Tales, Conversations, Santa Caps
