Mom, Mom, I made my Christmas list.

I mean, no shorts.

No, I want Caller Duty, LED lights, and a gaming chair!

No, Mom, it's not, I don't want to celebrate Christmas.

I just, I don't know if I need to have an entire list for you, still.

A shirt, I guess.

You can get me a shirt, or just VINMO me, or just none of this.

We don't have to do any of this.

Can I come down yet? Can I come get it? Come on. I want to see what Santa plop me?

Santa, I can't wake up wind tomorrow? I can't sleep in on Christmas.

Oh, Santa ate the cookies in the milk. He ate half the cook. Do you see it? He ate the milk into the cookie.

Do you see it? He ate the milk into the cookie too, Sam. Oh, nothing beats waking up before him to eat half a cookie and half a glass of milk.

Except, what's even worse, as Mrs. Claus suggested this year that Santa switched to almond milk

because apparently the real thing makes Santa gassy and I don't want to Dutch oven for Christmas.

Miss those days. Um, little days um little old tray oh he could

hardly sleep the night before Christmas now that's right you had crippling anxiety

yeah it had nothing to do with Christmas actually I'm a year old tap anacana cat's but we took a while

acupuncture helped believe it or not you were done acupuncture yeah from what I understand

because I've not done it they they poke your back with needles.

Like they poke your chakras.

Huh.

Get some acupunate, you want extra puncture for Christmas?

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