Friday, December 25, 2009
The family here is very tired after spending the late night hours in church, where they attended a Christmas Mass. I did not get to attend the service, but it's OK. My maker explained to me that some folks may not understand what I am and why I am here. They might make silly remarks and she wanted to protect me. However, given all my maker told me about church, I was under the impression that all were welcome. Even a monster like me. It makes me a little sad that there could be some people who may not like me. I wonder why? I look a little strange, but my heart is open and love is spilling over.
And so the family here is still asleep this Christmas morning. I am so excited for them to open their gifts. I am not sure if there will be anything for me under that tree, but, as I've said before, I am so happy just to be here, be a part of this human family and the whole human world, what more do I need? I have chocolate and cookies in my belly, a warm house, wonderful friends who care about me, a soft place to sit, and so much to do and see! Life is exciting. Even the smallest of outings can be an adventure. I intend to look upon it in that manner.....always.
Until next time.
A post script to April, my favorite admirer: You have been an inspiration to me! Thank you for reading all about my adventures and for all your timely advice! I take everything you say to heart. I just love to read your comments. It is friends like you that make this blog worth while! Merry Christmas! With love, from Caruthers.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
After pressing my nose to the glass of the car window for an hour, gazing at all the beautiful lights and colors , my maker actually let me get out and sit in the snow (again) and pose with the decorations. It was so dark outside, almost black, for there was no moon, but the lights in this one yard were bright enough to cheer up even the grumpiest of souls. I felt so honored to sit down amidst these time-honored traditions on display for the world to see.
I also had the pleasure of attending a local symphony concert. I sat in the balcony of the concert hall in the music building of one of our state universities. The music was brilliant and relaxing and I felt like I was in a dream. Most of the music, my maker told me, was traditional Christmas hymns and caroles sung at Christmas time. I enjoyed themes from The Nutcracker Suite, which I hope to hear again, and the Toy Symphony, a piece written for children at Christmas time. A nice young cellist paid me a visit at intermission, asked me if I was enjoying the concert, tickled my belly, and told me to have a Merry Christmas. Everyone I've met so far in my life has been so friendly toward me. I asked my maker why this was so. She said it must be because I am always smiling. "Sometimes life is hard, Caruthers," she said, "but a smile makes everyone feel better."
Christmas is less than a week away. My maker says there is still a lot for me to do and see. My eyes and ears are open. Until next time.
Monday, December 14, 2009
I waited at his door. He had specific hours he was going to be in his cottage. I was told he has a lot of cottages around the world, just like this one, and he can only stop by for a short amount of time. He's busy seeing all the children of the world and asking them what they'd like for Christmas. I was first in line on this day and I must admit, I was a bit scared. I had never seen Santa before, nor did I know what he would look like. There are other men I've seen around, and most of them wear blue jeans and a shirt. Would Santa look like the other men I've seen or would he look different? There had to be something special about him, I thought, to garner him so much attention at Christmas. And as I am not yet sure what Christmas is all about, I am searching for clues that will help me figure it out. My maker says she'll tell me more, but I'd like to see if I can decipher it on my own.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I like it here.
Until next time.