One of my favorite times at the Bridge is Christmas. It is also one of the saddest times of the year. Being an Angel at the Bridge during Christmas is like being on the Island of Misfit Toys except we were loved, and will be loved, but we are stuck in between being loved, waiting, so we have to occupy ourselves.
We love to decorate. There are many trees here and each one needs to be covered with lights, garland and bulbs with the names of every pup here. There are millions and millions of bulbs that all twinkle with light like a little bit of our souls encapsulated in them. I like to lie under the trees and think of my friends.
There is also snow but not the cold wet snow that is in the mountains. This snow is special Bridge snow that is fun to run and slide in, that we can build snow angels in, and even have snow ball fights with, but doesn’t embed in our paws, or leave them cold and wet. And it tastes like chicken.
Then we go off in the woods with the squirrels to do our shopping. The squirrels do their best to dig through the snow and find tasty bones, yummy treats, and squeaky toys. We do have an agreement with the squirrels not to use them as gift. Apparently it is bad form to kill your guide and give it as a gift because you cannot return them..
In the center of our portion of the Bridge is a huge tree that will all decorate with pictures of our loved ones. There are Moms, Dads and siblings crowding every single branch. And on the top of the tree is the most beautiful angel in the world. Right now Willie is there. My day to be the Angel is Saturday.
On Christmas Eve Santa comes to visit us. He doesn’t bring us any toys. He gives us what we most want. A lap to sit on. We curl up there and spend ans much time as we want. Santa has a great lap. (By the way let me give you a major spoiler: Santa is a Time Lord and his sled is a Tardis which is why he can visit everyone in one night. It takes him weeks to visit everyone but he keeps going back one minute in time so he can do the entire world in a minute.
On Christmas Day we climb a hill and look down on the happy pups who have been reunited with their families as they run and play in the snow, and while we never want anything bad to happen to our love ones, on Christmas Day we do so wish they could be with us.