As his wife asked him what he was looking at through the window, he replied: “Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn...the clean, cool chill of the holiday air...an a$$hole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer.” – Clark W. Griswold
In a couple of days, 3 of my uncles will be coming to town as well as my Grammy and Grandpa Ray. Daddy has been checking the toilets to make sure they are empty.
The family is going to come over to our house for Christmas Eve and then we will all go over to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for Christmas. I can’t wait to see everyone.
I can’t wait for Santa Claus to come. I was so let down by waiting for the Great Pumpkin to arrive on Halloween. Daddy and I waited all night in that pumpkin patch and he never came. I hope that I get a lot of presents from Santa – actually, I have a feeling that I am playing with some of my presents right now and that Mommy is going to wrap them up and let me open them on Christmas morning. You would think that Mommy and Daddy would at least try a little to hide some of my presents. There is a wagon in a box in the garage that has been there for several weeks. When Mommy puts me in the car, we walk by it every time. It’s obvious that it is for me. Mommy doesn’t ride in a wagon and Daddy would crumple it if he sat on it. I’ll try to act surprised anyway.
In a couple of days, 3 of my uncles will be coming to town as well as my Grammy and Grandpa Ray. Daddy has been checking the toilets to make sure they are empty.
The family is going to come over to our house for Christmas Eve and then we will all go over to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for Christmas. I can’t wait to see everyone.
I can’t wait for Santa Claus to come. I was so let down by waiting for the Great Pumpkin to arrive on Halloween. Daddy and I waited all night in that pumpkin patch and he never came. I hope that I get a lot of presents from Santa – actually, I have a feeling that I am playing with some of my presents right now and that Mommy is going to wrap them up and let me open them on Christmas morning. You would think that Mommy and Daddy would at least try a little to hide some of my presents. There is a wagon in a box in the garage that has been there for several weeks. When Mommy puts me in the car, we walk by it every time. It’s obvious that it is for me. Mommy doesn’t ride in a wagon and Daddy would crumple it if he sat on it. I’ll try to act surprised anyway.
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