little Becky opens her eyes after a long slumber, dreamt of sugary things. Peaches and leeches and sample cheese from smelly French people as far as the eye could see.

To her surprise, her entire room was full to the brimstone with gifts! Big boxes on small boxes and middle boxes turned sideways. Spread about like a pox and some were improperly wrapped.

A box full of turtles smelled like they were wrapped since Xmas last.

"Mom! I remember now it's my birthday, and I appreciate the gifts. But I have nowhere to walk or get up and I need to take a piss."

the mom opened the door a creak, for that is all it could be.

"Stop calling me mom, for the last time. I don't like you. my name is Martha. I didn't put these guests in here. Go to sleep."

Becky blinked a little bit.

"but who -"

"Probably Santa clause. I hate that dude. I almost caught him last time.


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