Dear Gavin, last night while laying in bed I asked you to move over. You responded by bursting out in song singing "I'm on the edge of glory." Reason #501 why I love you. Dear scissors, you and I- we are not friends. You're fired! Dear school Christmas play, I'm glad you're over. Thatisall. Dear Maddie, your love of clean laundry is especially funny when you leave your bed, hop on the couch, leap into the laundry basket, and bury yourself in it. You're a silly pup!
Is there anything you just dread about the holiday season? I always dread the last week of school before the holiday break. There's no chaos like it. Pray for me!
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