What is this? Does it go in my mouth?
Why am I hanging it on this tree? Oh, well, I guess that's what Daddy wants me to do. I heard Mama telling him that he needed to help me like Christmas and not be a huge Scroogey McGrinch like him, so I'll help Daddy out. I like Mama, and I want to be Lincoln, not Scroogey McGrinch. I'll hang this thing on the tree. Maybe I can put it in my mouth later.
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