 Really, who wouldn’t want to find four Dalmatian puppies under the tree on Christmas morning? | |
 I’ve finally got it – the true meaning of Christmas! Tomorrow morning the hunt for the best slippers under the tree starts at 5 a.m. | |
 Is he gone yet? I swear, he was HUGE and started yelling “ho-ho-ho” and ate all those cookies. I bet you thought I ate the cookies, but no, that big red guy did! Is it safe to come out yet? | |
