The Thanksgiving leftovers had barely gotten cold when I was planning to drag out the Christmas decorations.
By the way, if you know of a 12-step program that can help overcome an addiction to jolly seasonal decor, please send me the info. If you could see my living room right now, you would know I have a serious problem.
After putting up the tree, hanging all the lights and otherwise decking all the halls, I got out the only decoration that excites Stormy, Coral and Melissa: two extra squishy Santa throw pillows.
I bought this pair of stuffed Saint Nicks half price at an after-Christmas sale at Decorator’s Warehouse five years ago. They were pretty silly looking but I like whimsical type decorations.
The first year we put them out, we noticed how much all of our dogs loved curling up with these pillows. Despite their resemblence to large stuffed toys, the dogs have never chewed them or mistreated them. They just love to rest their heads on them and we can’t resist snapping photos of them all curled up with Kris Kringle.
In the years since their holiday debut, however, these poor Santas have nearly been snuggled to death. Their beards are now dingy with dog slobber, their once rosy cheeks have faded and I will spend time tonight sewing up a little tear in one of the hats.
I told my husband this should probably be the last Christmas for these cuddly cushions since they have definitely seen their better days.
But no matter how tacky they may be and how well worn they now look, I just don’t think I have the heart to toss them in the trash when they give my pooches so much Christmas cheer.