I have entered an odd time in history. As I have previously informed you, there is now a tree inside of my house. Now the gate is gone from around the tree, and the toys that, if they were not placed upon a tree, would be mine, are "Notforellies." There are also Baby Jesuses EVERYWHERE. I do not know why there are so many of them.
"Greetings, Baby Jesus Number Fifteen."
I played the part of the shepherd in the play. I was the lead part.
I love all of them, but, at times, I feel it necessary for them to fight to decide who will be the real Baby Jesus.
GrandMommyServant did not appreciate this plan when I explained it to her, no matter how grumpy I looked.
Some I can touch, but only until Mommy says no because I am "Not being soft." The problem is that I get so excited about being soft that I am incapable of being soft with them.
"I am being soft with you, am I not, little shepherds? Agree, little shepherds, or I shall push you off of this table."
I am then given toys called presents at times that I am allowed to rip to shreds until I find a smaller toy inside.
This process amazes me on each occurrence.
Then, when some presentsfr are put under the tree, I am not allowed to lay a finger upon them. This seems contradictory, as I am often told an object Daddy's and asked to take it to him, yet when I take the present to him and patiently wait for him to open it, he tells me to put it back. Be soft! Rip to shreds! Be SOFT! I do not understand.
