|Jam lying on the floor in his Santa hat and Christmas collar.|
We had a friend stop over and she had two gift bags: one for Fred and one for me. Since we weren't going to see her at Christmas, we started to open our bags. Now, we didn't have a bag for her. Her gift was in a little stuffed snowman, but Jam didn't know that. As we were exclaiming over our gifts, Jam went over to the Christmas tree, grabbed a gift bag and pulled it over to our friend's feet.
"OH!" She said.
"Jam!" I looked at the bag and at her. "I guess he wants you to have a bag too." I looked at Jam and said, "No, Jam," and then put the bag back under the tree. Then I returned to opening my presents as there were still things to pull out of my gift bag.
Jam walked over to the tree. He grabbed the gift bag again with his teeth and he dragged it over to our friend and left it at her feet and then he looked up at her.
"Jam. I got her a present. It's okay." I returned the bag to the tree.
Jam gave me a skeptical look, but he didn't move it again.
Jam: Santa's little helper. Making sure all is right with the world and present distribution is fair.