The Christmas Ham

This story starts on a cold Christmas Day and ends a week later on New Year's Day. The high point, however, came on December 29th. That's a day I'll never forget. My mouth starts to water just thinking about it.

Mom prepared a whole ham on Christmas Day. It was a big one, about 16 pounds. Most of the day the ham was cooking in the oven. Its lovely aroma flowed throughout the house. Mom cooked other things for dinner as well; but they did not warm up the house the way the ham did.

Late in the afternoon a friend came over. I like this friend of Mom's. She lets me help her with her gloves and scarf. Humans should not carry those things when I'm here to help. Mom made me put the gloves and scarf in the closet. I personally thought they would be easier to keep track of if I kept them with me while I lay in my bed. Oh well, someday Mom may understand my way of doing things.

For dinner Mom and her friend only ate a small piece of the ham. They had other things to eat too. There was rice, yams and vegetables. But the ham smelled the best to me. Quinton liked the smell too.

Quinton is my brother, although we're not really related. Quinton lived with Mom before I got here. He's bossy and tells me what to do. There are things I know how to do that Quinton doesn't have a clue about. I know how to move a door handle so that the door opens for me. Quinton would never think to even touch door handles.

Mom feeds Quinton and me really good food. On Christmas Day she even allowed us to taste some of the ham. One taste and I knew I wanted more. For the next few days Mom would put a piece of ham in our meals. I think she took the ham from the refrigerator. I was confused since the refrigerator only held small portions of the ham. Where was the other 12-14 pounds of ham?