Carrots and Sticks

Waking from a dream of fetch Milo gave a sleepy stretch. His cute black nose started twitching Something’s different he was thinking. Distracted by a favourite sound off to the kitchen he excitedly bound. What was being chopped, chopped, chopped? What was on the wooden block? Oh please let it be a carrot treat, one of his favourites crunchy and sweet. The back door was open, the air smelt cold outside he rushed being bold. In the garden where he played catch stood a figure with a scarf and a woolly hat. And what was that? A carrot nose! And his favourite sticks for arms and toes! Milo ran in circles, he let out a bark. The snowman smiled but did not remark. Called inside, Milo spied carrots on a plate but it was whisked away leaving Milo irate. Oh… who was getting his carrot treats? All day he was puzzled until he fell asleep. Milo dreamt of carrots raining down reluctantly waking to a snuffling sound. Outside the window munching carrot treats were magnificent creatures with big hooved feet. Milo was in awe of the reindeer he saw What a sight on this cold chilly night. Their silver bells jingled Milo's nose tingled. Feeling content and at peace Milo forgot about tasty treats. Milo turned towards his bed and saw a figure dressed in red. Santa smiled and patted Milo's head then with a playful wink, he was gone in a blink. Milo found placed at his feet The largest, tastiest, carrot treat.