All morning the kids were waiting to open their presents.
Waiting so patiently.
First, everyone had to get up. Then they had to eat breakfast. Then Daddy needed to run out for one last forgotten gift.
Finally, we were ready. Each cherub had his presents neatly stacked in front of him. Their fingers were posed for ripping.
Wait- where's the baby? We need to go find E.E. He's been way too quiet, and we know that isn't good.
Where was E.E. when everyone else was thinking about Littlest Pet Shop and Bakugan, I mean, the birth of Jesus?
This is where he was. Putting syrup on his giant table pancake and licking it off.
Emily: "Do you like sugar?"
Buddy the Elf: "Is there sugar in syrup?"
Emily: "Yes."
Buddy the Elf: "Then yes!"
He had syrup all over him, the table, and the floor. Guess what kiddies? Now we have to give him a bath. So, just a while longer before presents, OK? Sure, Mommy. We were just sitting here thanking the lord for the baby Jesus and discussing the wise men's gift choices. No rush.
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