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"The True Meaning of the Holiday Season" by _brainchild_
Christmas morning had arrived, and Walda the Baby Kacheek felt a rush of excitement when she dashed down the stairs and saw presents with her name on them. Her sisters were sitting on the couch, drinking hot chocolate and eagerly waiting for her to open them. She grabbed the first box and ripped off the shiny wrapping paper.
A stunning, wide-eyed doll was staring back at her. However, Walda still managed a frown. “This is the WRONG ONE!” she yelled grumpily. “I already HAVE this one!”
“Then we’ll return it and get the right one,” suggested Chessella, her older sister.
Walda wasn’t listening; her attention was already focused on the next present. She opened the box and started whining again. “These crayons aren’t GLITTER crayons!” she complained. “I asked for GLITTER!”Another sister, Chessangie, nudged Chessella. “Why’d you get her all the wrong gifts?” the former asked.
“I can’t read her writing! She’s so young that she’s still learning how to write!”
“Stop being a brat,” grumbled Maldice, Walda’s other sister. Walda had no time for reprimands. She tore open another box and found a bag of sugary gumdrops instead. “I WANTED CHOCOLATE! WAAAHHH!”
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