Today is our Merry Christmas night party. Ha.
Parties are my favourite. It is known.
So I was very busy. Being a big help.
Zita is making the only for special people tasty dessert.
With very all fluffy cream and strawberries.
Not even strawberries jam. Really real strawberries. On top. Ha.
Miss Lee came to help too. With the table sheets. That was nice.
Niamh was at the lots of clothes store very easy today.
Because tonight it will be too late to get secret presents for all your family.
And maybe even your friends. Oh dear.
But she will be all home for our party.
Craig and I had a fat croissant for our breakfast. Then he had to wrap even more secret presents.
My friend Emmet has very busy sending the important papers to the Harvard university.
It is hard to make the papers not way too big. So he had to use the big fast computer.
Not his little take everywhere computer. It is not so fast anymore. Oh dear.
Just like Craig. He is not so fast anymore either. Oh well. Too bad for him.
Last night Niamh and Cara and Lee made beautiful little just made of candy houses.
We always do that at Merry Christmas time.
But one of the little men was all chopped up. Maybe he was not a good listener.
And the baby Jesus’s Scotsmen minders chopped him up. Oh well.
After our lunchtime we had to make the house all neat and tidy again.
Because of the tonight party.
Mister Saint Santa will come to our house tonight.
But only when all the people are way fast asleep.
That is when he brings the special from Santa secret presents.
Dogs know all about Mister Saint Santa so we never bark at him. Or the fast flying reindeers.
That is why we always get presents from him. Ha. It is the rule. Good for us.
When Niamh came home Cara and Miss Lily came to wrap secret presents in our house. Ha.
Then Mister Paul came and then everybody else came. Miss Rima brought me a present. Just for me.
Mister Lyndon and Miss Bruna and Doctor Susan too.
And everybody had lots of tasty cheese. And even some fell on the floor. Ha. I was a big help.
Then everybody went home to go to fast asleep and wait for Mister Saint Santa. Ha. That is good.
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