Lily is kind of mad at Grandpa because he turned one of her tennis balls into an ornament. Now she keeps running to the tree and crying, saying, "Give me back that ball!" Mama explained to her that she has fifteen more tennis balls just like it (yep, literally, fifteen) and that she never played with that one anyways. Her favorite tennis balls have all of the fuzz chewed off, and you can see that this one has barely any fuzz chewed off. Also her favorite color is blue, not yellow. Still, Lily does not like to share. Not even with a tree!
The humans did another strange thing. They took a bunch of socks out of a box, and hung them over the fireplace with care. Everyone in the family has a sock with their name on it. Even Mama's brother who doesn't live with us. Even our sisters Chopper and Zip, and our parakeet brother Woody, who are at the Rainbow Bridge now! Look at all of our little socks.
We seem to remember that this means something. Something about... that dude whose lap we sat on a few weeks ago... and... PRESENTS!
So... how long until the presents get here?????