A Letter From Christmas,
(with a little help from her Gran)
Hewo ebry body. My name is Chwistmas Thyme ohnee you can caw me Cwissie.
*Um, Chrissie? Is it ok if Gran puts it all in grown up talk? I mean, we all understand you perfectly well but not everyone might.*
*(whispers) Aw wight Gwannie, but no tewl eny one. K?*
*(whispers) Ok, sweetie. Now, what did you want to say?*
*Can I say I gots da bestest fambly ever?*
*Sure, honey. Anything else?*
*Pitchers. Wots and wots of pitchers. You gib da names, ok?*
*Ok.*
When I was really, really little, my Mommie tried to teach me how to walk. It didn't work.
But she didn't give up and neither did I. So we tried again another day when I wasn't tired and cranky.
This time it worked!
As a special time reward, Mommie sat down with me and read one of my favorite books. She said I was so smart!
As I grew up, Mommie just loved me more and more.
She is the prettiest and bestest Mommie ever.
My Daddy is pretty special too. He is very strong and very handsome and he is my hero.
When I waked up, lots of times it would be Daddy who came and got me out of my crib, even when I was cranky.
He always had time to talk to me and make all my tears go away. We talked a lot and he always listened with a nice smile.
And even when I made a stinky he stayed with me to help me get clean and not be afraid. Hehehe, he did make funny faces though!
One day, I got losted. I was vewy scaywed. Daddy came and sabed me.
*Ummm, Chrissie? Big people talk, ok?*
*Sowwy Gwammie. You tell more for me.*
My Daddy was also very good at noms. I WUVS my noms! *It's ok, Chrissie. You can say dat, errr, that.*
There was only one problem for me. Gnommies. We were infested with gnommies. Now, mostly they was nice ones and made me laugh. But DIS gnommie was naughty, naughty, naughty! She needed the time out chair for sure! Yep, she ates my Teddy! Bad, gnommie!
My Grammie made them ALL go to their room and leave me alone! Grounded!
I just sat on my book and ignored her till Grammie took her away.
My Poppie loved me too. He would cuddle and play with me lots. And bestest of all, he gave me noms!
Did I say I love my noms?
Mmmmm. Yep, JUST right!
Sometimes Grammie gave me noms too. And when I was done, Grammie always remembered to let me down to play.
Sometimes I was busy, busy. There is a lot of work being a nooboo you know.
And at the end of a busy day, my Nana came and put my cranky self to bed. Good night everyone! Tomorrow is my birfday!