Once upon a very waggy Christmas, in a kitchen that smelled of cinnamon and joy, a little Gingerman popped out of the oven… only to discover he wasn’t for Santa at all — he was for the dogs!
At first, he was confused. “Dogs? With their wet noses and waggy tails? Surely I’m meant for stockings, not paws!”
But before he could think twice, the dogs arrived. They came bounding through the snow-dusted garden, noses twitching and tails wagging like tiny metronomes. The Gingerman Gobbler watched in awe as the pups sniffed, circled, and yipped with delight.
“Well, I suppose a chase wouldn’t be so bad,” he thought, and with a mischievous wiggle, he dashed across the floor leaving crumbs behind. The dogs followed, leaping over pillows and dodging twinkling lights. It was the happiest chase of the season — jingles and woofs echoing through the house.
The little Gingerman soon discovered that dogs had their own kind of Christmas magic. They didn’t need ribbons or bows to feel joy — just a friend to play with, a patch of sunshine to nap in, and a moment to snuggle beside someone they loved.
As the evening came, the pups curled up in a circle, their tails slowly wagging in contentment. The Gingerman Gobbler nestled in the middle, realizing that this was the Christmas he had been baked for — not a silent, sleepy holiday, but a house full of love, and little paws pitter-pattering all around.
And so, the kitchen grew warm with the smell of cinnamon and ginger, and the house glowed with the kind of magic that only comes from shared joy. The Gingerman Gobbler, once unsure of his purpose, had found it at last: to bring a sprinkle of festive fun to every wagging tail he met.
From that Christmas onward, every year, dogs everywhere would hear the faintest jingling and a cheerful giggle… and they knew: the Gingerman Gobbler was on his way.
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