Hi, everyone, dad’s still trying to recover from all of the holiday basketball tourneys, so we though we would help in out and write his column this week.

That’s right, Ben, Dad’s been pretty busy. And besides, he says the only thing he writes that people really want to read are columns about us.

That’s because we’re so adorable, little brother.

Hey, I’ve warned you about that “little brother” stuff, Benjamin.

Okay, whatever, this is about Christmas and all the stuff we got. It was a good Christmas, and the best part is that you didn’t almost spoil it for us like last year.

WHAT? I didn’t almost spoil Christmas last year.

Oh yeah? Remember the two times we went to see Santa? You cried like you were 6 months old and wanted your bottle. Didn’t you understand that Santa was the man, the connection? The man with the flying sleigh who brings us presents.

Well, Santa was a big guy, and he wearing funny clothes. And besides, I’m more grown up now than I was then, I’m 2 years old now.

Fortunately, Alex, he didn’t hold a grudge over your fussing last year. We got lots of stuff this year.

That’s right, Ben, we got everything we asked for and more. Trucks, bikes, fast cars, and a Wiggles movie. And tell the readers what the best part of Christmas was, older brother.

We had Christmas three times. Once with daddy’s mommy and daddy, then at home with mommy and daddy, and then with mommy’s mommy and daddy. And we got presents each time. It was like going to the park to play on the swings, and they just keep putting up brand new swings every five minutes. I heard dad tell mom the other day that Christmas comes just once a year — but when you’re the age Ben and me are, it come around about every 48 hours in December.

And we had lots of fun during the whole Christmas season. We went to see Santa twice, we saw Miss Mouse at the courthouse, and we got to sing Christmas songs and wish pastor a Merry Christmas at church on Christmas Eve.

And of course, Ben, we were perfect angels the entire time, weren’t we? Though I must say, I was the better singer at church.

Were not!

Was too!

Were not!

Was too!

(Editor’s note: At this point, the text of the boys’ column dropped off into one long sentence which made no sense, as if someone were wrestling on top of the keyboard. Hopefully, the boys will stop wrestling in time to make Santa’s good list for next Christmas).



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