Our three-act holiday saga – ahem, story – begins earlier this week with Megyn, Doug, the kids, and the dogs in Montana for a holly, jolly white Christmas. While Thunder was her usual angel of a self, our friend Strudwick had a bit of Scrooge energy to work out. We’ll let Megyn share what happened first:
“Merry Christmas! We are in Montana, where there is no more candy for the Advent Calendar because Strud found the supply. He ate peppermint bark, chocolate snowmen, a full sleeve of Starburst, and a bag of Hi-Chews.
Needless to say, he did not get sick nor show any signs whatsoever of the enormous plastic- and high-fructose-corn-syrup-bomb he consumed. He is in 7th Heaven actually.”
And scene.
Act II
Santa did not get run over by a reindeer (at least as far as our story goes), but it seems as though Strudwick had his own adventure with dear old Saint Nick. In the wake of the Advent Calendar crisis, Megyn and her family came downstairs to find the remains of one of the big man’s most notable accessories:
“He got one of Santa’s hats,” Megyn observed. “But where could the pom-pom from the top be?”
Fortunately, it did not take long to solve the mystery:
“Is that something in his mouth,” Megyn asked, as sweet Thunder looked on in the background.
Act III
We can only assume good old Kris Kringle wasn’t too worried about the damage because he left a bit of holiday magic in his wake. In what can only be described as a Christmas miracle, the rest of Strud’s week was relatively uneventful.
Strudwick enjoyed the holidays with his favorite toy (a tennis ball) in his favorite spot (in front of the fireplace). Megyn’s caption for the sweet pic: “Happiness.”
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