Feliz Navidad, Buon Natale and Merry Christmas. People all over the world are getting ready to celebrate.

TT here! I want turkey, mashed potatoes and a BIG FAT cookie sprinkled with sugar.

“TT, forget your Christmas Gobbler and look at that Christmas tree by the church.”

I hate Christmas!! We never get enough Christmas Dinner . . .

“Stop crying and LOOK FOR THE GOOD.”

I trot over to the church and watch the people gathered outside.

Let’s blow out of here. That gal with the shopping cart scares me. Garbage bags and dirty kids.

“Yut up, TT. (He’ll cry if I say Shut Up) LOOK FOR THE GOOD.”

Who cares about GOOD. Good is boring. Those kids need their hair combed.

I move closer. The boy whispers,”Mom, I’m hungry.”

“Brady, I know you’re hungry. I’m hungry too.”

The girl pulls on her Mother’s arm. “It’s Christmas. When do we get to eat?”

“Karen, I think we’ll have dinner very soon.”

“Listen up, TT. You’re not the only one that’s hungry.”

A lady comes out of the church. She smiles and announces, “Merry Christmas! Welcome! I’m Mrs. Bright and dinner is served.”

TT alarm! Hurry! Push in front of those kids.

“Shame on you. You are, without a doubt a TERRIBLE TUMMY!”

I creep forward. I plan to hide under one of tables inside the dining room.

Mrs. Bright shakes her head at me. She points her finger and frowns. “No dogs allowed!”

TT starts to scream and cry. I hate Christmas. I hate that Mrs. Bright.

Brady pats my head. “Please, this dog is with us.”

His sister scratches my ear. “He’s a good dog.”

Mrs. Bright’s frown turns to a smile. “Who cares. Come on in. Christmas is for dogs too.”

I stretch my lips, blow air up my nose and out pops my amazing smile.

Mrs Bright pats my head. “I’ve never seen a dog smile.”

I follow Brady, Karen and their mom into the the church. They find the dining room and I slip under their table.

TT giggles wildly as the food comes. Brady feeds me two buttered rolls and a large slice of turkey.

“I bet you’ll like these.” Karen gives me three Christmas cookies covered with red sugar sparkles.

“Hey TT, remember to . . . . . . .

LOOK FOR THE GOOD. I get it Stubb. And a HAPPY CHRISTMAS to you and all our friends.

Stubb and TT