Sis' New Chair

I didn't really get any presents this year because mom figures I have everything I need and I won't remember anything I do get, so what's the point? Well instead of feeling like chopped liver, I decided to live vicariously through my Sis who received a really cool chair.

Santa Claus...

...right out of A Christmas Story. He didn't kick us down any slide, but he sure had the "look". I kept my cool, because I figured mom was right there and she would make sure nothing happened to me. Big Sister on the other hand wasn't so pleased. She was scared. Dad got her to stop crying, but she wasn't happy at all. And after that she was cranky for the rest of the day.

Uhm, why do we put a tree in our house?

This is me, as snug as a bug in a rug, and I am still trying to understand why we put a live tree in our house in hopes that some jolly old fellow comes down a chimney that we don't even have and if he tries getting in one of our windows he's going to be sorely disappointed by the child guards and if he does find one of our three windows that don't have them, he'll probably get arrested for burglary. Hmmm. I think I like Thanksgiving better.
After note: Now that I see the tree all decorated I think this holiday is growing on me.

Being Held by Big Sis

This is me and my Big Sis. She likes to hold me whenever she can get her hands on me. She's working on picking me up out of the crib when mom's not watching.