Doug Speirs

It probably doesn’t qualify as a Christmas miracle, but we’ll take it all the same. Every year since we adopted him, Bogey, our 13-year-old little white dog that resembles a cross between a cotton swab and a throw pillow, has engaged in the same quirky holiday tradition. As soon as our Christmas tree goes up in mid-December, this feisty little guy will casually curl up under its branches like some kind of furry present, assuming presents had the ability to snore and emit potentially toxic aromas.