Uh oh! Time for another letter to Santa. This time Graybie Baby is taking the helm. And I’m thinking after this, he’s gonna be on the Naughty list. Actually, maybe all of us will! YIKES!
Hope this letter finds you well. I want to start by apologizing for the letters sent by other members of my family. They are a bit eccentric, to say the least. But what can ya say, they’re family, and since I’m not allowed outside, I’m stuck with them.
I’ve been trying to think of something to ask you for, but to be honest, I don’t really see the point. I mean, you’re a cash cow for consumerism, and there’s no place in that kinda world for a dreamer like me. If I asked you for something that could be bought, like a toy or a treat, you are Johnny-on-the-spot.
But humans and animals alike have been asking you for years for a little peace and understanding on this earth, and to be blunt, you just can’t seem to deliver.
Like, every year that I’ve been around, I’ve specifically asked you to NOT give animals as presents to children. And every year, you go ahead and do it anyway. And come the end of January, those animals will be banished to the backyard, or surrendered to shelters and rescues that are already overflowing with cute little dogs, cats, rabbits, and other companion animals that just didn’t quite make the grade.
Really, old man, it’s time for you to get with the program. How about getting out of the pockets of pet shops and puppy mills, and take a stand for once in your life. Why not make this the year you stop giving out live animals as gifts.
Of course, I won’t hold my breath waiting for THAT to happen.