Apparently Mom and Dad jumped the gun.  I THOUGHT today was Christmas, what with the present opening and all,  but Mom and Dad are working tomorrow which is REALLY Christmas.  And I get to go to work with him!  I guess there are good and bad points.  I can’t believe Mom and Dad couldn’t get Christmas off!  But hey, I got to open presents a day early, Yeah!!!

    First thing in the morning we sang Christmas songs and read the Christmas story.  I don’t know why we read it again, I’ve heard it like 30 times this month!  Then we opened presents...

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    I’m being censored!  Dad is censoring me!  I can’t believe this, my own Daddy.  I had written about all the presents I got for Christmas, but Dad cut it all out.  He said it isn’t Christmassy to brag about what you got for Christmas.  So it’s Christmassy to GET presents, but not Christmassy to tell everyone what you got?  I just don’t get Christmas.  

    I mean, I get Jesus in the manger and that he is important because he suffered for our sins.  That part is easy.  But all this gift giving and flying reindeer and talking snow and fat men who get down little chimneys and THANK YOU CARDS.  I have to write THANK YOU CARDS to everyone!  I can’t believe it!  My delicate hands are going to fall off!  Nope, I just don’t get Christmas.

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    Ugh, Dad caught me trying to put my presents at the end.  He erased me again, said I would inevitably forget someone and hurt their feelings.  How could I forget my presents?  But Dad is just Dad.  I can’t believe he used the word Inevitably.  He is DEFINITELY getting old.