Christmas is near, and of course, our association does a little event for the kids and dogs. It’s cute, they set up a mailbox for kids to drop their letters to Santa, not to mention Santa is sitting in the club house in full gear taking photos. 

So we go, they’re offering Eggnog and I’m one of those people who want a proper christmas photo of my dog, our neighborhood squad comes not long after and they all stand in line. Low and behold who appears in her best outfit, a red lace top, a little black sweater, her 1 inch black heels, stockings to keep her warm and a black skirt. She stands beside me skipping the line completely, because in her mind, she is royalty and honestly, who’s going to fight her?

Our group gathers to listen to her, we’re trying to figure out what is going on and why she’s so dressed up, then as we approach we all realize who Santa is, 

The jogger. 

Grandma’s got the hots for Santa. 

It’s her turn and she hops right up onto his lap, she cuddles him close and tells us to take a photo of her. God forgive me, I struggle not to laugh, we take the photos of her, she plants a kiss on his cheek and says “Si necesitas una Meesus Claus, saves donde estoy.” ‘If you need a Mrs. Clause, you know where I am’, my friends, I can’t say this any other way, but our little band of misfits, we lost it laughing. Tears running down our faces trying to hold it back so they wouldn’t notice. 

She hops off and walks beside us and winks, “para que aprendan.” ‘So you learn’ she’s giving us pointers!!!!