Last Christmas

You continue on your way, confident in the knowledge that whatever is going to happen, will happen. Eventually, you find what you think will be the perfect gift for “you-know-who”.

Christmas goes as expected. “You-know-who” liked the gift, but by the next year, it was either lost or forgotten.

Christmas comes, and Christmas goes, year after year, each one feeling a little less magical than the previous. That’s life, though. Right?

I wonder whatever happened to that puppy.