My 1st Christmas

I had a good Christmas, but a tiny fever on Christmas Eve, so I missed my first Christmas Mass. I heard seats were hard to come by, anyway, but I usually bring my own.
Grandma and Grandpa came down to see us, and we did a tour of Arlington Cemetary on the 24th. I was bundled up, but some of my fashion choices were questioned. I am bringing the Sherpa look back, and I don't care what anybody says about it.
All I wanted for Christmas was my 2 front teeth, but they have not yet arrived. Ouch! Soon, I'll have choppers I can sink into Paula's crab cakes, like everyone else.
Merry merry!