IT'S NOT MY FAULT

and I shouldn't be blamed for it either. I was simply born last...way long after Crab and Squirrel. There I was, the BABY girl. So what if Crab and Squirrel wanted a baby brother? I wasn't about to become a male. I like being the BABY girl.

Then came Christmas. The biggest BABY girl payoff ever. Every where I looked I saw presents with my name on them. To: Candy Love: Santa Woot! I had to toss a few of them over cause they didn't have my name on them, but that didn't really bother me too much.

As I got older I found out that Santa was actually Mom and Squirrel and Crab. That was ok with me, the more Santa's the better. I was able to make multiple lists and I really liked that, alot. Then one day it dawned on me, the bigger my lists were, the bigger my wall of presents became.

I understand if you all think I'm a spoiled BABY sister, because it's the truth. I didn't do it, it just happened. And every single year I will stand on my birthplace, make out my list, and hand it over with a hug and kiss. It's a lifestyle in which I have become accustomed.