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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.

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

Paisley protested, crinkling up her

“we’ll leave a note promising to bring

we definitely need a compass.” Parker

don’t think horsies have

point.” Riley noted. “Do you think we should leave a note for Mommy too – so she knows we’re with Santa and she

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

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

her. If we get a good enough head start then she won’t be able to catch up.”

let’s do it!” Riley chirped. “Ryder, you write the , Parker you get the s’pplies. And Paisley and

The others grinned, “Deal!”

just glad the pups wanted to continue doing activities together. They’d been through such a difficult ordeal that

front of the fire. The trees surrounding them on all sides had been strewn with lights, and it truly felt like a winter wonderland. She tried not to think about Ethan, about how wonderfully he would have

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

more about 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

overheard their conversation with Santa. They knew exactly what they wanted, but they also realized she wasn’t going to get it

about one of those big beautiful art sets they have in the craft store?” She

on his own marshmallow. The pups were determined to put their plan into motion, but they’d all

Parker? What would you think about a chemistry set –

have to get us

will take care of our

afraid of. Jane thought bitterly. She hated knowing she couldn’t give the pups what they truly wanted, and it didn’t help that it was the only”updated by jobnib.com” thing she wanted too. She’d gone to her first therapy 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

on the job.” She tried to smile, “but I want to get you something too. Riley, any thoughts? Riley peeked up at her with a sly smile. “How ’bout

mischievous daughter was. “I don’t know about that – you’d have to take care of it.” She had to admit that a bunny was less work than

gotten all of the children’s attention, and they were now

we’ll take extra

you’ll never have to lift a finger.”

Wouldn’t rather have some new socks?” Jane teased. “So your

no one wants smelly

mop, so we can always keep

cwazy!” Ryder objected, “Mops aren’

are fun.” Riley

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