But Niamh had a sick tummy in the middle of the night.
I was wide awake with her. I am our very own best nurse. I helped Zita. Ha. Good for me.
Then I went back to fast asleep. On the big bed. With Craig.
And Emmet is not here. He is still at Mister Saint Francis’s university.
He will not even have an all on fire cake. Just a tasty brand new pizza. Oh dear that is not right.
We saw him on Zita’s fast computer. In our living room. Emmet was in his very little apartment.
We opened all the presents together. Ha. That is good.
Emmet got a new see him from far away machine. And Niamh got a beautiful just for her necklace.
Zita said we will have another party for Emmet with an all on fire cake.
When the not so very dangerous train brings him home to our house. Ha. That is right.
Zita and I did not go for a nice walk this morning.
Because of the way too cold day outside. And the hurt your feet icy snow.
Zita worked for the rascal ladies from our house this morning.
Yesterday our nice Queen asked Craig to work for her for another year. Ha.
It was the nice Queen’s Merry Christmas present for him. That is nice.
Niamh was not way too hot at lunchtime. And she did not have a sick tummy anymore. That is good.
Zita started all the cars. So they would be toasty warm.
Because of the way too cold outside today.
Auntie Jane and uncle George are coming to visit our house before dinnertime. To visit Craig’s mother. That is nice.
We will give them their own Merry Christmas secret presents. Ha. Good for us.
Tonight all of Niamh’s friends are going to come her Sing Happy Birthday day party. That is nice.
Maybe there will be treats. Maybe.
We brought the giant Merry Christmas tree into our house. So it could get all nice and warm.
Sometimes I think the giant trees are scary. Oh dear. Too bad for me.
Yesterday Niamh put beautiful decorations on my own very little Merry Christmas tree.
It is not scary. It is very small.
It is right where I have my tasty dinners. That was nice.
I have a very nice family. It is known.
Some nice dogs do not even have a family. They do not have nice comfy beds. Or get secret presents.
Because Mister Saint Santa cannot find them.
Because they do not have their own houses. Oh dear. That is not right.
Nice families should find those nice dogs. And take them home to their own lovely houses. It is known.
So everybody would be happy. Just like us.
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