Not just for Christmas

I adopted a pet at the weekend. Or, rather, a pet adopted me. It woke me up early on Sunday, tapping at the front door. When I opened the door, it rolled right through my legs and into the lounge where it keeled over by the radiator. Poor thing. It must be freezing.

It’s a giant Hula Hoop. 

Well, I say giant - it’s the size of a tennis ball so not that big really, but compared with a normal Hula Hoop it’s massive. 

I don’t know what flavour it is. Obviously I can’t just take a bite, and I suppose even a lick could be considered an indecent assault. Maybe I could tell by smelling it, but every time I try to pick it up, it rolls out of reach under the sofa. It’s skittish, that’s for sure. I’ll just have to bide my time and somehow gain its trust.
I have a feeling it’s been ostracised by the crisp community due to its size. Don’t ask me why, it’s just a hunch.
I think I’ll call it Barry. It’ll be nice to have a new addition at Christmas.