Adventures of Humphrey

December 25, 2025

**Christmas Day – Santa Paws Delivers**

At last… **Christmas Day** had arrived! I woke bright and early at **7:40am**, bursting with excitement. Mum groaned and pulled the covers over her head (classic), while Dad dutifully rolled out of bed, got dressed, and took me outside for my morning constitutions. Reliable fellow, that one.

Once back inside, I had another hour’s snooze—beauty rest is important—then I insisted it was time to *rise*. After all, Santa Paws

doesn’t deliver to lazy households, and I have been nothing short of an **angel** all year.

The hoomans had breakfast first. Why they insist on moving at snail pace on such an important morning is beyond me. I sat nearby, staring intensely at the presents, willing them to open themselves. Eventually—*finally*—it was gift time.

Naturally, the hoomans opened theirs first. Honestly, the audacity. Don’t they understand how Christmas works? Then… **my turn**. And oh my word. Presents. So many presents. Toys! Treats! Joy! But the *best* part was shredding the wrapping paper into thousands of tiny festive confetti pieces, thoughtfully creating extra work for the spare hooman. You’re welcome.

After that excitement, the hoomans watched TV, had showers, and then announced we were heading out. Outside. In *that* cold. I had my jumper on, but frankly, it wasn’t enough. Still, off we went.

We visited a cathedral, where—once again—I had to wait outside because my paws “aren’t holy enough.” Even at Christmas! Rude. Then we went to a hotel for brunch. It was busy, but wonderfully warm. Mum and Dad absolutely stuffed their faces, while I was given… dog treats. No festive meat. A crime, frankly.

That said, I was a **social sensation**. I charmed guests, staff, and even the Frenchness itself. I may have jumped up at one man who had his hand raised—I thought there was a treat involved. Minor misunderstanding. He took it well.

After brunch, we went for a short walk, then back to the apartment. There was an unopened present on the coffee table, which I naturally

helped myself to—it was clearly mine. I played for a bit, then promptly crashed. Who knew Christmas could be so exhausting?

Later, the hoomans layered me up in my pyjamas, outdoor jumper, *and* coat for another walk. I was reluctant at first, but once outside I was warm and content, so I approved. We had a gentle stroll, then returned to the apartment to settle in for the night.

That’s when the hoomans performed **actual magic**. The sofa doubled in size. A *sofa bed*. We all snuggled together, watched TV, and the hoomans played some sort of movie trivia game before bed.

Then—more magic—the bedroom sofa also transformed. I was one extremely happy puppy. I stretched out, sighed deeply, and slept like a very good boy all night long.