Christmas

Mom and Dad decorated the whole house inside and out. Mom says the outside lights make it look like a gingerbread house. It's pretty! Dad has a whole village with buildings and trees and people set up on top of the pantry. The downstairs Christmas tree is already up. It has a little wooden train around it. I bet that little train is tasty, but no one will let me get near it. The upstairs tree is always a real tree, so we're waiting to put that one up until a couple of weeks before Christmas. I heard Mom ask Dad how on earth they were going to keep me out of the tree. Awwww! As if I'd bother it!

I have tried to be extra good lately. Maybe Santa didn't see when I chewed up one of Mom's favorite slippers. Or when I snuck into Dad's train room and chewed the paws on his real-life bear rug. Or when I pooped all over the livingroom. Three times. Or when I woke up Mom and Dad at three in the morning because I was hungry and thought it was close enough to breakfast time to get up and eat. Or when I stole those socks out of Drew's bedroom and ripped them up. Or when I chewed the hands off of one of Mom's dolls. Hmmm, maybe I better try harder to be good.

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