Bart Bear's Blog

Guess what. It is only a fortnight to Christmas. This is the first Christmas that I have been old enough to help plan for. It is a bit difficult keeping all of the secrets that Mum, Dad and Trent tell me. I know what they are giving each other. Nobody has told me if I am getting any presents. They say it is Santa's job to look after presents for kids and small bears. I have my hopes. Anyway, we put up our hi-tech fibre-optic tree today and I am camping out under it so that if Santa or any of his snoopy elves come around I can get the word straight from them. Mum can have these ear-danglies back soon; they make my ears droop.

Labels: Christmas, Santa