Last night my parents put a tree up in the house. Hmmm, I thought, a little weird, but nothing too out of the ordinary. They are strange sometimes. The thing that has me concerned is that they acted like it was for me. "Look Ben, your first Christmas tree." A little worrisome if this is all there is to the "Christmas" they've been talking up to me. Dad put some lights on it and it is nice but so far I've been content to just glance at it a couple of times.
Meanwhile, I somehow managed to open the thing called the "CD player" and cause my parents to freak out. "How did you do that Ben? No, no, no. Don't touch the CD." The problem is that I'm not exactly sure how I did it, so now I have to try to recreate it again.
My great aunt Muriel sent me a gift certificate for Christmas which Mom used to buy me a very uncomfortable-looking outfit. I'm a bit miffed. After all, she gave it to me and I think maybe a toy would have been better. Instead as Mom says, I'll look so cute in my new Christmas outfit.
My best friend Conner in Virginia (I don't really remember him but Mom always shows me his pictures and tells me stories about him) sent me some great looking paper and I would like to rip it up and maybe taste it. But Mom says it is a Christmas present and I have to wait. So how come we got the tree now? We didn't wait for it.
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Ben, as you get older, you will find that waiting for the presents is one of the best parts of Christmas.
That's what I think, anyway. Miss Sara thinks I'm weird. --DJ
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