Season's Greetings!

Mom put up the Christmas tree and there are all sorts of presents underneath it. So now every morning when we get up, instead of going to the door to go out, I go straight to the tree. I stand there and wait for her to tell me I can start opening presents, but every morning she says it's not time yet. I don't know what she's waiting for. She knows how I love getting presents and opening them up. Dad thinks it's cute, too. It's not fair for her to put them out there and make me look at them every day. Hurry up and get here Christmas!