Dear Santa, I want to play for Christmas. For about 3 hours straight. And there should be toys involved. And the foster people should move the furniture so I can twist and turn into little pretzel shapes with my little body.
For Christmas, I want to show Chlo-wee how precious I am when I open my little troll mouth.
And do twisties on the floor like a little fishie.
And even though it's taken 4 weeks for Chlo-wee to pay attention, I want you to make her love me until she can't stand it anymore and caves. Because I am so damn cute.