"OHMIGOODNESSOHMIGOODNESSOHMIGOODNESS SANTA! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" the little girl said, looking at the ceiling and promptly attacking her brother, holding a somewhat large box containing a…

Bright.

Pink.

Barbie.

Car.

She was enthralled. The plastic shone with a reflective quality. And it could fit her TWO FAVORITE DOLLS, Gertrude and Marmalade.

She didn't care what her brother said, they were beautiful. Especially after she decided to open the Mabel Salon in a corner of their room.

She tore open the box and pulled out the shiny pink vehicle. She set it down in the living room and ran to go get her dolls.

"NO WAY!" her brother said. "A video camera! Thank you, Santa!"

It was a little big for his tiny figure but he knew that he would grow into it. After all, he was only seven. He carefully lifted the flaps on the box and set it aside, knowing he'd use it to store his camera.

The camera had an adjustable handheld strap, making it easier for him to hold. He pushed all the buttons, trying to figure out which one would turn it on.

He began to film his sister pushing her car around, making voices for her dolls.

"Isn't this so much fun, Gertrude?" she said in her attempted British accent, which was not very good.

"It's fantastic, Marmalade." she replied for the other one. Both voices were remotely squeaky.

"Hey Dip, you wanna PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY?" she asked, shoving a doll up in front of his camera lens.

"No, Mabel! I'm filming!" he said. She stood up and stuck her face in front of the camera.

"He's really good at playing Barbies. He's just embarrassed 'cause I asked him on camera and he's gonna show this to all his COOOOOOOOL friends." she said.

"Mabel!" he said, covering the lens.

"What, are you EMBARRASSED? HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH? You're a big dork." she said, bopping him on the nose with a doll hand and running down the hallway.

"You'll never catch me alive!" she screamed.

He uncovered the lens and chased her, filming his slippers as he yelled "I bet'cha I can!"