It's a new year. The old year went away. It's now 2007. And what does that mean? I'm not sure. I can only count up to 13 before I start making up numbers. Eleventeen is my favorite. It comes after 19. Anyway, there was a holiday called Christmas where Santa breaks into our home and eats cookies and leaves presents in socks that hang up on the wall. Weird. He left me these funny little candy hamburgers. I wonder if Santa realizes that I can eat bigger burgers.
Mommy, Daddy and I went to visit Grandma and Alex. They live where it is very cold. I went sledding. Whee! All the way down a hill by myself going fast, fast, fast! The next day Daddy dug a big hole and buried me. Here I am eating my way out.
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