Tonight the Woman wrapped a couple more presents and stuck them under the tree.
I have looked more than once, and doods, there's not a freaking thing under that tree for me. Nothing smells like a Max present, my name isn't on anything...nada.
I've been good this year, too.
Worse, I didn't ask Santa for anything because this has been a hard year for others and I figured it would be better if he just focused on them, because, you know, I have people who can get me stuff.
There's nothing under there for Buddah, either. He knows it, too, so he keeps trying to gnaw the ribbon off one the Woman's friend sent her, and if he succeeds he's keeping it. That seems fair.
At least it's not like last year when there was a giant bag for that Damned Dog Butters. I don't see anything with his name, either.