Sam and Jack Christmas Eve

Sam and Jack Christmas Eve


The night before Christmas, Sam lying back on the settee, his head on a cushion, fully stretched out and feeling very comfortable, Jack lying full frontal on the floor head to the side, eyes closed and a occasional snore as he sleeps. Sam is thinking “How did I get here?” Looking back over the years, thoughts of a cold floor, slight shiver passes through his body; he hisses and blinks feeling a little bit of fear. It all comes back into his memory.

I appeared one night, umm this looks good, maybe I will be wanted and I can stay. I remember shuffling around trying to smile and look good in my state it took some doing, Please, please let me stay I felt like blurting out but would they understand ? My actions were all that was needed, yippee what a fantastic thing to happen I can stay. It was good to feel at home, regular meals, long walks and comfortable sleeping quarters. Aren’t I lucky? I will make the best of this.

A year and a half down the line, HE! Appeared, Jack that is, young, proud, very loud, temperamental and stubborn. My worst fears is he staying I hope not. Second thoughts it would be nice to have a brother.

I heard them talking about his situation, his best friend was dying and he was looking for a good home. I felt sorry for him and I thought I had better make Jack welcome, I think that was the clincher.

Next thing I know we are having dinner together; I had better let Jack know I am the oldest and I would show him what to do and how it worked in this home. I felt I was in command of the situation. We played well although he was a little bit bigger than me he showed respect to me this I enjoy. We have a real good time playing together, its great having a brother especially at Christmas. Sam fell into a deep sleep.

Wakening up Sam looked around; Jack was sniffing round all the presents Santa had left. I could see the shine in his eyes and the smile all over Jacks face as he opens a present and eats the contents. “Yippee I will not get the blame this year” Sam thought, as he helps himself to what was left.

Graham MacDonald