Christmas will never be Merry anymore without Baylie. Yes life goes on, celebrations continue as if nothing changed, but Baylie, my world is gone. And she took a piece of me with her.
The mischievous little cutie is no longer jumping around pleading for turkey, prawns, salmon or her favourite cake. We no longer see her happy tongue from getting a piece of meat, or her lit-up eyes from seeing the piece of cake or hear her barks from wanting more of the peeled cooked prawn. I miss those days, a lot, very much.
I've never believed in Santa. But right now, how much I wish and hope that Santa is real. Only when Santa is real, I can still hope for a wish that I know will never come true.
If Santa is real, all I want for Christmas is you, Baylie. Only you.
