“Don’t panic!” says she, with her hands in my fur,
“I am sure they will help.” Well, it’s alright for her!
Cause she isn’t the one who is facing the threat…
And I’ve hardly had any responses as yet!
If I don’t fill my calendar with Santa’s letters
It’s me who’ll be wearing the antler-shaped fetters
While she clicks the camera, up close to my face
And puts the pics out there, all over the place!
So, I’m feeling a little bit down in the dumps
And I’m hoping my furry friends all come up trumps.
And will send in their notes, lend a small dog a paw,
Cause I’ve typed till I don’t think I can any more.
Antlers are for Reindeer!
If you would like to help save Ani from a fate (she says) worse than death, send your Letters to Santa, festive memories, short stories, flash fiction…