HELP!!!! (please, please, pretty please!)
My world is about to come to an end. Things are spiraling out of control and I desperately need your help. NOW!!! Life with extra Christmas doggie cookies (no people cookies, though---remember the oven is locked. Can you do anything about that, by the way?) and snuggles by the fire----over. Done. Finished. Fini.
I just discovered.....
The suitcases are out.
I can barely stand to even think about it, let alone LOOK!at!them!.
I've been blindsided on this one, probably since I can't hear any more. Maybe I should have been a wee bit suspicious after I found a big map of the Danube that I thought I'd nibble on and it got swished away from me.....really really fast. Or that stack of books on the Hapsburgs that Mommy said were not her cup of tea (silly, they are BOOKS, not tea!) but still kept on reading (sort of).
It's C*h*r*i*s*t*m*a*s*!!!! Who goes on vacation at Christmas time? Oh, sure----family vacations, but vacation-vacations-that-most-likely-don't-include-me??? I'm devastated. And sad beyond belief.
So, you know all those cookies and toys and bones and people-food and chocolate-that-I'm-not-allowed-but-still-ask-for??? I don't want any of that stuff. It's not important. The only thing really important is my mom family.
So, here's the deal. I'm going to be the best boy in the whole wide world and you don't even have to send elves to check up on me. I'm going to be PERFECT. Promise.
And, in return, you can bring me my Christmas present any time...preferably, a bit early (get me and my present out of the way of the crazy Christmas Eve rush). Because, you see, all I want this year for Christmas is ...
Your very sad friend,