For the most part, I've been a very good boy this year. At least, that's what everyone says... and I believe them. There's just one bad thing I did and I couldn't wait to get to the mall to see Santa so I could tell him my side of the story and set the record straight.
You see, I had this fluffy little squeaky hedgehog and I LOVED him. I took him with me everywhere. Kris kept telling me though, that he was an "inside" toy and not an "outside" toy and she wouldn't let me take him outside; ever. But one day, when she wasn't looking, I took him outside because I just had to show him to Cacee. What happened next wasn't pretty. Cacee likes to tease me and play tug of war; and well, it's hard for me to resist a good game of tug of war. And you see, hedgehog just wasn't strong enough to endure such rough play and... well, hedgehog isn't around anymore.
But, more than anything, I want a new hedgehog for Christmas. I have crabs and a frog and lots of other toys, but they're just hand me downs. Hedgehog was my very own. So I explained to Santa that it really wasn't my fault and if I can have another hedgehog, I'll never ever take him outside again.
Santa said he thought I was a really good boy and that he'd do what he could.
So, after we had our little talk, Kris took my picture with Santa and then you know what? Santa whipped out his cell phone and asked to have his picture taken with me!
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