Well, as my etymologist wordsmithing friends are well aware, I'm, as usual, being a bit disingenuous about this being my first Christmas. It's technically my second, but it's really my first that I had any clue what was going on. So in order, we have my Uncle Lee reading books to me on Christmas Eve. Then we have Mommy helping me through my stocking. Then we have Daddy after we managed to get the plastic packaging off Mrs. Potato Head. What an interesting, exciting holiday. I tracked Santa on the NORAD tracker online. I saw lots of family, and everybody bestowed gifts upon me. I wish Christmas could come all the time.
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