When I woke up I was excited to see the presents that Santa left. But when we made our way downstairs, I wasn't so sure. I helped Mommy open her stocking, but was reluctant to open mine. I asked if there was a Big Pony and a Seashell in my stocking? When it was time to open presents, I kept asking, "Is it a seashell?" When I opened it up, I was disappointed it wasn't and was quick to throw it aside and open the next present. I wasn't excited about any of my presents. Mommy and Daddy were disappointed. I didn't ask for a Seashell. . . How was Santa suppose to know, when I suddenly started talking about one late Friday night. . . .man Santa, Mommy and Daddy felt bad. Mommy put in an emergency call to Santa (aka Aunt Jill and Uncle Dave, to see if they had any shells at their house. Luckily, they had some of the shell necklaces you get while in Hawaii. Mommy wrapped them up and put them under the tree at Grammy and Grandpa's.) Every present I opened at Grammy and Grandpa's house I was asking "Is it a seashell?" So I got to open the presents from Santa that he forgot to leave at my house, but they didn't suffice, I wanted one of those Large Conch Shells. Oh well, maybe next year, I will sit on Santa's lap to make sure I get what I want!!!
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