I cleaned Ninny's house today so that when Santa stops by tonight he will be really impressed and bring me more presents.
Then I ran around the house and tried to be a good boy, but it was too hard and I gave up.
I forgot about Santa for a while because we went to Papa Joe's birthday party. He was born on Christmas Eve fourty-something years ago.
I ate sugar cookies, meatballs, turkey delights, cheeseball, pumpkin bread, and something called a "pig in a blanket." I took a few refills of punch in my sippy cup, too.
The men watched the women talk. Then they talked a little. Then Papa Joe opened presents.
I passed out on the way home while Santa was hard at work putting my presents under the tree. -maddox
