It’s Christmas Eve!

It’s Christmas Eve and here I am helping out old Uncle Nick in the packing department of the Wish Factory.

I can’t believe he’s making me stuff stockings with shoes for other girls! That’s his idea of a hilarious joke. How cruel. They all think he’s some fat jolly guy, all with the ‘ho-ho-ho’s’, and he’s not. He’s got a real mean streak. Obviously.

They all think he’s some fat jolly guy, all with the ‘ho-ho-ho’s’, and he’s not.

What about me? I’ve been so good this year. What am I going to get in my Christmas stocking? I’ll bet Uncle forgets. It’s always the way: the chef doesn’t want to cook when he gets home; the plumber won’t fix his own blocked pipes.

Hmph. Forget Santa’s elves – Uncle Nick has every last cousin three times removed slaving away here. And I’ve got the absolute worst job of them all.