I had a rough start Christmas morning. The sight of all my presents brought me to tears (and not happy tears).
I screamed at my bouncy horse and my 4-wheeler. Dad showed me how to ride it but I just screamed some more.
I went back to sleep and woke up in a slightly better mood. Slightly. We went to Ninny's full house for the big Christmas dinner. There were aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents and babies...everywhere.
I got more presents. This time I didn't cry.
But when someone wanted to get all the babies together for a picture the tears returned.
I took another nap. And Mom took more pictures.
Then Mom and Dad gave me my bouncy horse for the second time and...I was brave enough to ride him.
The 4-wheeler took a little more work. Papa Joe put me on it about ten times -tears and all- and I still screamed at it. Then Cousin Abbie showed me up. She rode on it without any fear. So, to Dad's relief, I manned up and took it for a spin around the yard.
Then, something magical happened. I loved it.
When Mom and Dad tried to get me off, I growled. Merry Christmas! I'm glad this one ended much better than it started! -maddox
