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“Okay, so how’re we gonna do this?” Paisley asked, sitting around a large piece of construction paper with her siblings. Ryder -who had the best handwriting of all four – had written “Operation Santa” at the top of the page. Other than its title however, the page was entirely blank.

“Well, we know the North Pole’s at the top of the world, right?” Riley asked, waiting until the others nodded in agreement before continuing. “So if we just keep walking north then eventually we’ll have to get there!”

“Yeah but that could take ages!” Parker cautioned. “

The Dark Moon pack is north, but there’s at least two other packs between us and the pole.”

“Tha’s a good point.” Ryder agreed, “So maybe if we travel to one of the other packs and start there?”

“Yeah! But we can’t take too long, we have to make sure we can get there and back afore Christmas.” Paisley warned.

“Maybe we can get a ride back with Santa!” Riley suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Wow, that would be amazing!” Ryder giggled.

“Okay so what do we need?” Paisley asked. “Really warm coats, snow boots, snacks..”

“Maybe some fish in case we need to d’stract any polar bears.” Parker mused aloud.

“Ooh, good idea.” Riley nodded, starting a list o their paper.

“We should also take hot cocoa, and marshmallows, to help stay warm.” Ryder added. “I wish we knew how to ski, that would make getting there a lot faster.”

“How about a sled” Ryder asked, “if we make friends with one of the polar bears, they might even pull us!”

“This is the best plan.” Paisley praised, grinning.

“We still have to figure out how to get north first.”

Riley reminded them, “it’s gonna be miles and miles before we get anywhere near the arctic.”

“Hmm, we’re too little to drive.” Parker remarked thoughtfully.

a car,” Riley agreed, “but we could easily drive a sleigh. What if we ask Mommy to go back to the tree farm, just for the bonfire one night. She’d probbly agree, and then we could take one of the horsey sleighs from the

Paisley protested, crinkling up her little nose

be borrowing it.” Ryder reasoned, “we’ll leave a note promising to bring

we definitely need a compass.”

don’t think horsies

noted. “Do you think we should leave a note for Mommy too – so she

you know how Mommies can be, they worry ’bout everything.” Parker

to come after us anyway.” Ryder agreed. “She doesn’ know how well we’ve planned everything. She’ll

her. If we get a good enough head start then she won’t

get the s’pplies. And Paisley and I will ask

The others grinned, “Deal!”

the pups wanted to continue doing activities together. They’d been through such a difficult ordeal that she was willing to do just about anything to raise their spirits, besides, they were starting school in the new year, she wasn’t going to have as much time with them once

the fire. The trees surrounding them on all sides had been strewn with lights, and it truly felt like

on her babies, praying they didn’t ask to go back and ask Santa to reunite their parents

what you want for Christmas?” She asked, gently guiding Paisley’s hands to avoid sticking the marshmallow she had skewered on a stick directly into the flames of the

with Santa. They knew exactly what they wanted, but they also realized she wasn’t going to

sets they have in the craft store?” She asked Ryder, stroking his

attention focused on his own marshmallow. The pups were determined to put their plan into motion, but they’d all agreed that there was always

you think about a

have to get us fancy

will take care of our

session the other day, and her doctor had advised her to acknowledge and address the fact that part of her fury with Ethan was because she still loved him so completely. She wanted him

is on the job.” She tried to smile, “but I want to get you something too. Riley, any thoughts? Riley

a bunny was

the children’s attention, and

extra

you’ll never have to lift a finger.”

some new

one wants smelly socks!”

can

Ryder objected, “Mops aren’

bunnies are fun.” Riley

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