I keep hearing your name, with ringing bells. It reminds me of going to the trainer, which has kept me on edge for five weeks. I didn't use the tree like a hydrant so I expect that a few of those things in pretty papers I haven't torn are for me & some shoes for my walker that I can lightly choo. In case you forgot me because you spent the past month tipsy like some people I know (walking with a drunk walker, not safe!) I will make it easy for you:
I was really good this year,
P.S. If I don't see you after midnight, I will drink your milk. Not eat your cookies, cause chocolate is not for me.