So ummm, hi Santa’s Elves. I suppose you heard that commotion in the living room yesterday? Oh who am I fooling? How could you not hear it! But I can explain! You see, although there is Dad’s Four Paws on the Floor Rule, Mom and I have this unspoken agreement that it is alright for me to go on the couch if he doesn’t see me do it. So technically I wasn’t really breaking the rule. I was totally off the couch by the time he came downstairs. So he didn’t see me! Well yes, there is the technicality Dad heard me though.

How was I suppose to know that the tv remote was wrapped up hidden in a blanket on the couch? I didn’t intend to accidentally turn on the tv when I jumped up there. And I most certainly wasn’t trying to hit the volume button when I did a little nesting to get comfy. Yet there I was on the couch with the tv getting louder and louder. So much for quietly sneaking onto the couch. Not that I was sneaking. Mom and I have an agreement!

I totally could have got away with this slight mistake, if Mom had been anywhere else in the house. Dad would have just assumed she was the one playing with the remote. After all she has thumbs, and I don’t. But as we all know, she was upstairs in the office with him when this all unfortunately played out. Not that I’m blaming her or anything! Oh and I’d never blame Angel Lemmy who helped Dad come up with this ridiculous Four Paws on the Floor Rule in the first place!

I learned my lesson and immediately got off the couch! I couldn’t even hear if Dad was coming downstairs to check, based on how loud the tv was by the time I did jump off. That should count for something, right? Also I didn’t even try to blame my stuffies for the racket. Ok, I knew that would have been pointless because Dad is way too good at piecing together clues. Well that and the closest stuffie was Philip Sloth, and we all know he moves too slow for this to be pinned on him.

So ummm anyways, could you just keep this little lapse in judgement from Santa? I mean just check my track record from the past year, I’ve been a very good boy. This shouldn’t end my perfect record on the Nice List and get me on the Naughty List, right? Besides, I didn’t even get in trouble! Dad just gave Mom, “the look,” before shutting off the tv and going upstairs. Which by the way, please don’t let Santa put her on the Naughty List as an accomplice. Although I do wonder who hid the remote under the blanket. Surely it was an innocent mistake though!