Guard Ornament – Sunday Photo Fiction

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story about a Christmas ghost begins after the photo.

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Humor/Christmas Tale

Photo by: Alastair Forbes

Guard Ornament

Slappy the Labrador had a Christmas ornament all his own. After the Christiansons put up their Christmas tree, Slappy would somehow find the same ornament every year. He’d run around with it and sleep with it in his bed by the fireplace. In all the years that Slappy absconded with the ornament, it never broke.

When Slappy passed on, the family kept his bed by the fireplace in remembrance. At Christmas they left a dog biscuit inside. Slappy’s favorite ornament held a hallowed position on the Christmas tree. Every year, the family would find new teeth marks on it. They knew in some way, Slappy was still with them. And then one year, something unusual happened.


FBI Agent, Dowden (Special Investigations) escorted them into their own house. “Our agents apprehended the robbers just in time, Mr. Christianson. Just a standard home invasion.” David’s wife and daughter, Carrie, home from college, followed close behind.

“I’m happy to see the FBI working a common home invasion,” said David, looking askance. He couldn’t help noticing a man being wheeled out on gurney with ball-shaped dent in his skull. “What did you capture them with? A sledge-hammer?”

“There was a struggle, of course,” said Dowden.

As they passed the dining room, David saw a man on the floor in handcuffs trying to hide behind a curtain. He was screaming, “No! Stop! Get it away!” An agent dangled a Christmas ornament before him, saying, “Woo! Woo!”

“Knock it off, Wilson!” shouted Dowden. He turned to David with a smile. “We’re conducting the interrogations now.”

“I see that,” murmured David.

“Daddy! Come see,” called Carrie from the family room. He entered to find Carrie kneeling beside Slappy’s bed. Slappy’s favorite ornament rested in the bed beside a half-eaten dog biscuit.

“Did either of you put the ornament there?” he asked his wife and daughter. Heads shook. He turned to Dowden. “We have extensive security cams in this house. I’d like to see the videos now.”

“Ah. I’m sorry Mr. Christianson,” explained Dowden. “The video system suffered a malfunction.”

The Christiansons shared knowing smiles. “How did I know you’d say that?”
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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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13 Responses to Guard Ornament – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Al says:

    Fantastic. Good old Slappy 😀

    Dangling the ornament is a brilliant addition 😀


  2. J. Milburn says:

    Ha! That’ll teach those wretches to pilfer from a noble manor guarded by a faithful spectral hound! Verily, methinks this tale should be spread across the land 🙂 Great story!


    • EagleAye says:

      ‘Tis the lot of rude ruffians to suffer at the jaws of a the family dog, albeit one spirited into a Christmas decoration. Let the louts of ill-repute beware the defiling of a Christmas hearth!

      Your words do me a great service, kind sir!


  3. JED says:

    A Christmas ghost keeping the rift raft from thriving. I hope those robbers have ghostly nightmares as well. Fun story, well done.


  4. Lyn says:

    What a wonderful story! I love the idea of Slappy still protecting his family 🙂


  5. Indira says:

    Wonderful story and thanks for enlightening us with FBI’s interrogation techniques. Aren’t they supposed to be secret.


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