O! Santa, Where art thou? I have been looking all over for you. Mom says you live at the North Pole but I am one confused pup. You see, there is a Santa Claus, IN. There are many, many Hallmark movies with Santa living/visiting many cities here in the U.S. and so many variations on the original story that we read at bedtime that I get confused.
So when we go out, I started looking
for Santa. I was polite and did not woof or bark but my nose and eyes were on high alert.

Here I am scanning the scene and sniffing the air to find him. We went into Kroger. I looked up and found a scary thing.

That helium filled thing floating on the ceiling was not Santa!
We pushed our bascart up and down several aisles. No one else was searching for Santa, not even Mom. Why weren’t people worried about all these discrepancies and story variations? Where were my friends like Sheldon ( The Big Bang Theory) who care about every minute detail?

Next I saw this. I sniffed. And sniffed again. Santa he was not!

The next aisle was full of tempting smells and even a tempting edible imitation Santa. Still, the real McCoy was missing.

This was clearly not Santa and I put my tail down and shook my head…

I know Santa and no one can make a monkey out of me…

But when I saw him…

I was quite confused. He was quite like Santa and yet not Santa and not at the North pole. I looked at him and swiveled my head to Mom with a
question plainly plastered on my face. Mom patted my head. “Bella, this is not Santa. It is one of his helpers. Santa is at the North pole”. Now my question, “O! Santa, Where art thou? ” is answered. All my concerns about this Christmas commercialism and multiple Santas are allayed. I am peaceful again. Humans make life complicated sometimes!

Woofs and wags,

Bella