My mommy said its almost time for Christmas. I'm not really sure what that means. Yesterday, she brought a tree inside the house and covered it with shiny lights and balls. I cried a little bit while she did it. Why wasn't she playing with me instead? Afterwards, mommy picked me up and showed me the lights, but I could have cared less. What good is it all if I can't get my hands on it and give it a good chew? I didn't realize until later the real trouble that tree would cause me. To make room for it, my safe play zone had to be made smaller. I'm trying to teach myself to crawl so I need all the room I can get. I'm still not sure I like this Christmas thing, but Mommy says I'll learn to love it one day soon.
Thursday, December 6
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Welcome to the internet, little man. Well, and welcome to the world. But, for the purpose of this comment, I'll simply limit my welcome to the internet.
I realize it's hard to believe, but there will come a day when you will be absolutely thrilled with Christmas. It might take one or two for you to get the hang of it, but once you do... Whoa, buddy!
Also, when you get older, I'll show you how to cut down your own tree from a farm. Just, uh, don't tell your mother, okay?
Oh, right. Sorry. I forgot that my Blogger ID is marked as "zesty". Heh. It's Josh.
We'll, uh... We'll discuss this later. :)
I won't tell. I don't think my mother would approve. She has plans of buying a live tree each year and making a tradition out of planting in our yard every January. Of course we don't have a yard yet and we currently are living in a house with a fake tree, so we're kind of way off target at the moment.
I suppose if you and I cut a tree down and mom plants one, it'll all even out in the end.
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