Patch and the Santa Pups

chapter 5

The next morning came quicker than anyone expected. Sarah woke up and came down the stairs and looked to the kitchen in astonishment. Patch soon came in the kitchen and was astonished as well.

"How did you do all of this?" Sarah squealed to Mrs. Claus.

"Oh, well, it was quite simple, really." Mrs. Claus smiled as she put down a plate on the table.

Sarah looked back into the living room, but it was still plain due to the Christmas tree not being decorated, but there were presents from the family. "I wish we decorated the tree." she then pouted.

Patch soon had an idea.

"Close your eyes and make a Christmas wish." Mrs. Claus told Sarah.

Sarah soon did as the older woman told her to. "I wish the tree was decorated."

Patch's dog tag/magic crystal soon granted her wish. Mrs. Claus smiled to Patch for his assistance.

Sarah soon opened her eyes in amazement. "Wow!"

Patch smiled as he made Sarah happy.

"Just a dash of hope and a teaspoon of faith, and it all comes together!" Mrs. Claus smiled down to Sarah before winking to Patch.

Patch smiled to her as he then winked back.

"Morning, Dad~" Sarah chimed as she sat down to eat some pancakes as her father came downstairs.

Patch soon brought out the newspaper for the father.

"Good morning, Sarah," Mr. Reynolds greeted his daughter. "Oh, um, thank you, Spot."

"His name is Patch." Mrs. Claus corrected.

"Uh, right." Mr. Reynolds replied as he took the newspaper.

Patch soon used his head to balance a plate of food to him.

"Oh, um, thank you again..." Mr. Reynolds replied in astonishment.

"Your dog is amazing!" Sarah smiled to Mrs. Claus.

Patch simply smiled bashfully.

"How was your good tiding's rest, Mr. Reynolds?" Mrs. Claus asked as she took a pitcher of orange juice.

"It was all right, I guess." Mr. Reynolds replied before looking at the breakfast spread.

"Look, Daddy, she decorated the Christmas tree!" Sarah smiled to her father.

Patch nodded with a smile.

"Oh, th-that's nice..." Mr. Reynolds muttered as he didn't even seem surprised in a good way.

"You wanna look closer?" Sarah asked as her father took his newspaper.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Mr. Reynolds sighed to her. "Daddy's really busy, and we're working at the Radio Station, and that work at the law firm, just, right now, all this Christmas stuff's got me down."

Patch frowned as he knew that the Christmas Cold wouldn't go away overnight.

"Sweetie," Mrs. Claus smiled. "Why don't you go grab your things, and Patch and I will walk you to school, okay?"

"Okay." Sarah smiled back as she left the kitchen table.

Patch smiled as he knew she wouldn't ever be affected by the Christmas Cold. Mr. Reynolds sat at the table and read his newspaper.

"What about Sarah?" Mrs. Claus pouted to the man. "She loves Christmas!"

"Yes, I know, but she's seven," Mr. Reynolds replied. "Between you and me, don't you think she's a little old for all this Santa stuff?"