I met this guy yesterday. He made promises of gifts and cheer. All in exchange for cookies. I am 7 weeks old...how can i bake? i want gifts. i like gifts. I am cute, people like to give me stuff....isn't that enough for this old guy with the white beard. He is sure jolly. I think mommy called him Santa.

I decided to not cry at the mall even though there were all these annoying kids around making noise. I am a good girl so i slept until it was time to take a picture and like a good model, i was done in a couple of shots.

I am home now looking at this big green tree with lights on it. I wonder if it has anything to do with gifts. oooh lights.....