My very own Christmas tree.
I asked Granny if I could have my very own Christmas tree
and decorate it just how I wanted to.
Well I got it all set up and I was singing Ru-doff the Red Nose Reindeer and my nose started to go red. So I was then singing Santa is coming to town, and could you believe I started to grow a beard.
In to the bathroom lickerty split I needed to shave it off before Granny saw me, or she might not have let me have my own tree.
Do you think it is a magic tree?????
I certainly don't want to grow a beard as long or as white as this Santa.
Now this Santa looks as though he might have magic in him, so he can see the boys and girls all over the world.
I believe, he will come to me because I do try and be good.
There was so much excitement today with the whiskers thing I will be glad to have supper of toast and honey with peanut butter on top.
See you next week.
To all my beautiful followers I hope Santa has your name in his book.
My thought of the week.
"Patience is the ability to keep your motor idling,
When you feel like stripping the gears."