My mom told me that on Christmas Eve there would be lots of people at our house and that I needed to behave. No stealing napkins off of people's laps or grabbing food off the table. (For the record, I've never stolen any food from the table or counter.) I promised to be good. My aunt brought me a gift and let me open it first thing:
It was a big stuffed ball with a squeaker inside. I played with my new toy all night, and before the party ended, I got a little crazy with it:
Oh well! Everyone enjoyed watching me pull the stuffing out of my new toy.
My mom said I was very good that evening. I helped people unwrap their gifts and I also helped shred the wrapping paper.
On Christmas Day, I got more toys! Here is a picture of me with my big rawhide bone.
I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!
