Last night at work, in SantaLand, you were mauled by a funny little 1-year-old boy, who slapped you and then spit at you. It was quite funny; and we all laughed at this little boy. He was definitely the Mall-goer of the day!
And today I was putting out some of my Christmas decorations, and found my favorite wall hanging that says this on it: Dear Santa - Define Naughty. I instantly thought of the little boy; and then began to think about my little guys at home. The three little monsters and I made a wish list for you and hung it on our front door for you to find. Please excuse Toby's reoccurring drunk party stints, He really wants a new collar for Christmas. And forgive Paris for always bullying Charlie; Paris is wishing for Pearls for Christmas. And poor little Charlie is still having accidents inside... He'd like soft chewys for Christmas.
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