Owr toy box iz in da room ware da wood stove iz. Vito iz da wun hu gets eberyfing owt. Da udder day, he coms runnin' up to me an' woof woof woofin' an' dansin' in sirkles an' eberyfing. Arfur Arfur Arfur, he sez (reelly he sed Arf Arf Arf)!! Com an' wook at da toy box!! Santa gotted us aww noo toys! I shaked my hed at dis boy cuz he iz a widdle fick sumtimes, but I fowwowed him. An' gess whut? Awl da toys were noo! But wate...izn't dat my Crissmuss pengwin? An' wook - owr Santa teddy bare! Deez awl wook wike da same toys, but day ar aww noo! It iz majik!! Dere iz not eben enny room fer mor toyz cuz it iz fuww! Whut lukky boyz we ar dat Santa gotted heer erly! Wook! Eben awl da chewy bonz iz noo! Hmmm.,.now whut am I gonna do on Cwissmuss? I gots eberyfing I need. Mebbe I shud gib sum toys to a houndy hu gots nun? I fink dat iz whut Crissmuss iz awl abowt. Dont yu?
Keep da pees in yer hart an' dont stwess. Wemember wy we iz heer. Fer eech udder. Gotta go keep Mama warm. She coffed awl nite las' nite. An' I gotta get on her wap furst or da bwat wiww be hoggin' her awl to hisself.
Arfur
(Note from Mama: None of the toys are new. I threw the whole mess in the washing machine and they really do look new and the squeakers still squeak and everything. DO NOT TELL ARFUR.)
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