Please Santa!

Every year, Santa and his helpers come to our neighborhood to make sure that all boys and girls can pass their wishes along to the North Pole.

But I was a little worried. You see, I've been pretty naughty this year, and I'm not sure that Santa is going to bring me ANY presents at all. So you can see that I'm concerned and having a serious talk with Santa.

But my sister isn't worried at all. I don't understand it. She's been AT LEAST as naughty as I have, but there she is, sitting with him, eating a cookie, not a care in the world. Does she think cuteness counts with Santa?

I bet she gets coal.