Something is not right here. I need to call the Christmas Cops or something. Who is in charge? I need to talk to the authorities. Here my family is on Christmas morning.... I watch as Daphne opens gift after gift after gift. Finally, she brings me over a toy and I start chewing away on it. And then Daphne resumes opening everything in site. I don't think she paused to breathe. Then I started to wonder what my parents priorities were. I mean, come on....One lousy bumblebee chew toy for me? Ophelia got more than that! But you know what? It's okay. I'm not full of vengence. I know the true spirit of Christmas. I gave my parents gifts they truely wanted (and no I'm not referring to the fact I sleep a good ten hours every night now or the fact I really did get my two front teeth for Christmas). It doesn't matter than Daphne got more gifts than me. One day I'll be bigger and stronger, and I'll be able to pay her back for all the time she mauls me now or tickles my feet now. 
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Uh oh. I have to print a retraction. It has come to my attention that I got just as many gifts as Daphne. It just so happens that she opened them for me. And she didn't give them to me until later that day. So, thank you everyone for all the gifts! I enjoyed watching Daphne play with them.
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