I don't mind waiting for Santa. If Santa sees all...then he's seeing this. I'm pretty sure one look at my belly floof and he's gonna turn over his entire sack of toys to me.
Meanwhile, Grete has been trying to be good this week. She is chasing squirrels in the yard, but she's doing it with a squeaky ball in her mouth. She runs up to them, all killer-like and then goes "squeak squeak squeak"! Yeah, those squirrels are shaking in their furry little boots. Ha! But then on Monday morning...way too close to Christmas, Grete chased and caught a possum! She grabbed it and shook it! Dad yelled at her to drop it. She did! She must have known Santa was watching. She wanted to go back after it but dad said NO! She listened. The possum got up and walked away.