Piggy-in-a-Blanket

She stands for hours on end gazing out of the window at the still falling snow, wondering aloud if the winter wonderland outside will still be here on Christmas morning and whether we might be snowed-in for weeks on end, just the two of us.

She's worried the last-minute festive shopping will not be done and that there'll be no gifts for us to open, that cabin fever might claim us and that we'll find ourselves bored with nothing to do when we ought to be celebrating and revelling.

None of which concern me in the least because i have everything i need to keep me happy and warm right here, her beautifully round bottom a far more welcome sight in these icy depressions than any amount of Christmas Pudding, mince pies or turkey.

I assure her with a gleam in my eye that she will be vigorously entertained no matter how long the snow remains, that Christmas is a time for giving and that i'll certainly be giving her a special something on Christmas Day.

She once more presses her nose against the glass and stares out, wiggling her plump little rump provocatively, an unspoken challenge, muttering something about how dearly she loves her precious little Piggy-in-a-Blanket.

© Sean Barrett - Dec 2010