So Santa and I are tight. He's my bro. Mom has pajama bottoms covered in his face.
But I don't see the guy on Christmas, 'cause he's working. And 'cause I'm a Jewish kitteh.
That means Santa doesn't come down my chimney, which is good 'cause we don't have a chimney. It also means that we set fire to a big golden thingy called a menorah for 8 nights. And if I'm good maybe I'll get some of Grammie's chicken and latkes
(potato pancakes).I'm still excited for Christmas, though, because it'll still be Chanukah then and Mom has off from work and we watch Christmas movies and maybe eat Chinese food.
And all my kitteh friends will get visits from Santa!
Here's a picture of me
with the stuffed spinny dreidel my Mom got me. I hope there's more prezents coming from Chanukah Harry!