Schatzi the Unexpected Carol Singer
He was nine months old, and loved his people, his red plaid blanket, and rides in the car. A non-tree stood in the family room, covered in shiny balls he must not touch, but his people praised him for sleeping on the blanket that hid its ‘roots’.
During the day, he raced about outside, leaving footprints in the snowy yard, until he’d collected snowballs in his paws, beard and eyebrows. Usually, he came in when they called, unless the squirrels invaded.
He liked to share the chair and watch game shows on TV, but one night, the people decided to do something different. They wrapped him in his red plaid blanket, carried him out to the car, and drove slowly through the neighborhood, the dark, and the cold.
When the car passed the building where he had gotten shots, he relaxed. He wasn’t going there now. They stopped at a place he had never seen before, and the man carried him from the car. Many other people stood in the snowy grass, and he stared at strange animals that smelled funny.
He kept very quiet beneath the fringe of his blanket. He’d have liked attention from the other people there, but the man held him too snugly.
His people stood and listened as another man talked. In front of him, a child whined because her feet were cold. Her mother shushed her, as the speaker said,
“Let’s all sing ‘Silent Night.’”
The tune struck a chord with his Germanic schnauzer soul. Schatzi the unexpected carol singer shook his head free from the fringes of the blanket, lifted his whiskers to the stars, and crooned a descant in harmony, careful not to drown out his people’s voices.

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