Dear Santa,
Can I please have something - anything, really - other than the same old climbing tree Mum and Dad put up for me every single year? They probably think I don't realise it's the same one, but I do, and I'm bored senseless with it, even if there's a Dreamie on every step and several at the top. So please, Santa, could you bring me something different?
Love Bilbo xx
A Morning Kiss
A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.
Janet F Faure
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