Dear little baby Jesus, sleeping in his little crib. With his little baby hands, and little baby Jesus feet. I'm going to see you today, little baby Jesus. But don't think you're getting any gold or anything. Greedy baby Jesus.

After visting little baby Jesus, I'm going to eat at an old people's joint. Like Rams Horn. :p

Oh and my dumb dog, Sirius, bit a wire. He was electricuted. THAT will teach him. (so says my dad, anyway)