Precious Peeps it’s MERRY MAGICAL ME here to project you into the frenzied Friday that is the last before Christmas.
You gotta get all those last minute gifts and groceries in.
Even though I ripped up that pillow yesterday I’m staying zen about Santa.
He knows my heart and that I am the sweetest most gentle Pitty on the planet.
Contrary to the stinking Gizz’s projection my poop like me was perfectly formed yesterday.
It is only grumpy old grey geysers like him that get the gippies when they chew on something succulent.
I am thinking Santa may realize that this need to chew is linked to boredom and bring me a nice big toy.
I’ve dropped enough hints on that subject for one day so must go now and be on best behavior since I hear Granny is in cahoots with the red coat.
Only five sleeps to go dear ones. Be good!
Blessing#2289-Never Nicer
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