I gaze out the window memorised by the flurry of white snow filling the air and covering the ground in a blanket of icy and fluffy snow. As I watch I hear the cold wind and shiver slightly as I feel the warmth of my home as I picture myself walking through the snow with my owners, my legs swallowed by the snow and playing in the snow and shivering, before rushing back inside into the warmth and deciding to stick to using my litter box and resting by the toasty warm heater in my soft dog bed.

I turn as my owners walk into the living room carrying a large box, I watch as they pull out a tree for some reason, maybe it's for me to use instead of going outside. I walk up and sniff the tree, it smells strange and artificial, for some reason my owners walk around it several times, I watch them go round and round dizzily and turn on the lights that now cover the tree, the colours blinking memorisingly, as they hang various items in the branches. I watch as one of the balls drops to the floor and rolls across the room, which I excitedly chase and pick up with my mouth and proudly bring it helpfully over to my owner. He takes it from my mouth and pets my head affectionately.

"Good boy! You want to help with decorating the tree?"

"Woof." I move over to a box of similar balls and grab on out of the box and bring it to my owner as he take it and places it on the tree.

My two owners stand back and look at the tree smiling.

"Now be a good boy and remember this is not where you go to the toilet." Then why bring a tree into the house? But I'll be a good boy if that's what my owners tell me.

I wake from my sleep to the sound of the doorbell, I lift my head curiously as the door opens and hear a familiar voice and rise to my feet as the guest walks into the room. Alongside the familiar man holding a bag are Jack and Fifi, both wearing warm looking festive wooly jumpers, although Fifi's is more like a wooly crop top, as her large pregnant belly has pushed it up as she walks, her swollen stomach hanging beneath her as she slowly makes her way to where her owner sits and carefully lays down on the floor. I walk up excitedly to the two, Jack give Fifi a look before excitedly following me as I show him the tree before finding one of the decorations in the floor and chasing it and each other around the room, while our owners talk to each other and Fifi rests.

Eventually we both tiredly join our owners, panting heavily, the christmas tree decoration lost somewhere in the room, Jack laying down next to Fifi, almost as if protecting her in her more vulnerable state.

I watch sadly out of the window as my two friends leave, one of my owners strokes my head loving as we watch their car drive away. Turning away from the window part of me thinks that it might be nice to have another pup living with us to be able to play with all the time.

I watch from my bed as my owners place several wrapped boxes under the trees, which for some reason excites me, maybe it is a remnant of my life before being a pet, almost all of which I have forgotten, although tiny aspects remain, even if I'd rather just be the dog I am today and not think of my life before.

My owners walk over to me a lower themselves down, stroking my body and smiling down at me lovingly.

"Goodnight, sleep well and be a good boy." With that they both leave and turn the lights off, leaving me in darkness, except for the tree, its colourful warm lights dimly lighting the room. Left alone I curl up in my bed by the warm heater and fall asleep, for some reason feeling excited for the morning.

I awake to a quiet home, the only sound I hear are from next door who seem to be up and active earlier than usual. Stretching and yawning, I climb out of my bed and wonder over to the tree and look at the many wrapped boxes, sniffing them curiously, before moving to the litter box, at this time of year I prefer it to waiting to be let out. Moving into the kitchen I lap at the cold water in my bowl and stare hungrily at the empty food bowl. I hope my owners wake up soon, I'm hungry.

Hearing movement upstairs I sit excitedly by my bowl as my owners come down the stairs.

"Merry Christmas! Is someone hungry?" Christmas, that rings a faint bell in my mind f9r some reason, one long forgotten.

"Woof!" I'm not entirely sure why my owner is excited but it makes me excited as well and as my special food of cold mince meat and vegetables is put down in front of me I hungrily eat it up, energetically burying my head into the bowl of food. As I eat I here and smell my owners making breakfast, frying bacon, sausages and eggs, finishing I can't help but sit and hope that they give me some.

"Here you go, a special Christmas treat!" I watch as the sausage rolls across the floor and I chase after it, catching it before it rolls under the fridge, and happily chew on my meaty treat.

As I look up I see that my owners have finished their breakfast and are getting up from the table.

"Come on! Time for presents!" I follow them into the living room and to the tree, where they sit on the floor. Sitting between them I watch as one of the wrapped boxes slides over to me.

"This one is for you. Open it." I tap the paper with my fingerless hands, only achieving knocking it around. Slightly frustrated I try biting at the paper but just lift it up in my mouth the paper refusing to rip.

"Here let me help you." I allow my owner to take the box and watch as they open some of the wrapping and pass it back to me, I still struggle to get into it but eventually get the paper off the box. My owners open it for me to reveal a new rubber bone, which they show me before throwing it across the room. I happily chase after it and pick up my new toy and proudly bring it back to my owners and sit happily with it in my mouth, my owners so kind and loving to give me a wonderful new toy.

"I see that you like you present." I happily watch as my owners open their own presents and smile at the many items they received, part of me wishing that I could give them something as a present, all I have is my unconditional love and obedience.

I look out through the car windows as we pull up at our usual walking site, I wonder if we will see Jack and fifi here today? As the boot opens I feel a cold breeze over my exposed body and shiver.

"Come on, it's cold so we won't be out for long, just a nice walk before dinner." I follow the leash as we walk through the woods, the ground covered in cold, damp leaves and mud, the trees above now just bare branches, ones with very few birds. I enjoy the quiet and peaceful outdoors but quickly wish to be back in the warmth, by the time we reach the clearing I'm shivering and my front paws feel freezing.

I sit on the damp grass and wait patiently in the cold as my owners take a seat and enjoy the peaceful world around them. Thankfully it doesn't take them long to decide that it is to cold and we head back down the path home, and into the nice warm car, where I shiver as I'm locked back inside my travel cage.

I sit obediently next to the table as my owners eat a large and delicious smelling meal, every now and then scraps of food are thrown for me to chase and catch, turkey, small sausages wrapped in bacon, stuffing, roast potato, a sprout, carrots and broccoli, all of which I eat happily and eagerly return for more.

I sit in the dark living room and munch on the small chocolate that my owner keeps feeding me. 

"You know I can see you. That's not good for him."

"It's Christmas."

"Alright but you're cleaning his teeth tonight." This Christmas thing is great, I love Christmas. I rest my head on my owners lap as he watches the TV and strokes my head.

I curl up at the end of my owners bed, full and happy, the fresh taste of ass and cum from licking them clean mixes strangely with the mint from the toothpaste. Today has been great and exciting but I'm exhausted and full, and now I'm even allowed to sleep with my owners, today is the best day ever, I love Christmas.