Living with humans allows me a window into their world. And I am ok with a lot of their interesting but peculiar habits and customs. I often join in occasionally, no questions asked. But even I have to draw the line at what I feel is beneath my dignity.
Wearing a Santa hat is one of those times. They wanted me to be Santa Jack. I know humans think it is cuteness glorified and I hate to put a damper on the festivities, but I am not Santa in any variation, nor do I strive to be. Being likened to Santa is a lot of pressure. Imagine having to find the perfect gift for everyone. That is so not me.
Plus, I really only have one gift to give. A special Jack hug and maybe a few doggie kisses.
PS. My human caught me off guard and did manage is snap off this one photo right before I tugged the Santa hat off. Yep, it is about what I expected.
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