(A/N: Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated the past couple days, I've had an EXTREMELY busy week. However, now I have plenty of down time to continue my stories! Yay!)
Dear Diary,
It is the most awesome date of Christmas Eve. We are singing carols. Roderich couldn't come over because everyone's snowed in (danke Gott!), so we're all having a marvelous time. West is learning carols. Kind of. He says "ceiling knot" instead of Stille Nacht, but I guess that's close enough for a baby. Also, I tried putting Peter Kirkland in West's crib with him. Except West is very possessive of the stupid thing, apparently, because he kept defending it by starting a pillow fight, but Peter's too little to fight with pillows and then Arthur came and got him and I got in trouble AGAIN. But now we're almost ready for CHRISTMAS! I bet I'll find the pickle ornament, since I'm so awesome. I wonder if I'll get anything I wished for.
P.S. I tried to make snowflakes to hang up but they didn't come out so well. But I wanted to put them up anyway. Sadly, I learned that I am unintentionally dangerous with a hammer, and now Vati has to fix the wall, but if you put a wreath or something on that spot than no one will ever see the hole.
Dear Diary,
This is the most awesomest Christmas EVER! You'll never believe it! I GOT THE TINY CANARY! Gilbird is all mine now, mine like the whole awesome world will be once I achieve my goal of global domination. He likes sitting on my head, which is really cute. He pecked West's finger. I love him already.
I got a bunch of other awesome stuff too, plus thermal underwear, which will be a hat for West. But I'll never believe this one gift- I thought I'd found it all, when Arthur presented me with a kind of big package. Take a wild guess of what was inside, Diary-
GARDEN GNOMES!
I can decorate my whole porch and room now with my awesome little minions! I am the happiest Prussian on the planet. I think I misjudged Arthur. I was so happy I was even awesome enough to let West find the pickle ornament.
Dear Diary,
The snow melted. D: Wah! Now Antonio and Francis and Arthur will go home. Oh well, on the bright side, at least Arthur will take Peter with him. Although I am kind of getting to like the kid. His first word was domination.
West is running around with my thermal underwear on his head. At least somebody is taking some joy out of those things.
Well, Diary, I suppose I better go. Gilbird needs some outside air and I have to pelt Roderich with a snowball. Bye for now, oh awesome book of mine!