Please meet Theodore Thanksgiving.
He's arrived straight from the North Pole to keep track of the goings on here and report directly each night to the big guy with the Naughty or Nice list.
You can't touch him (Thank you Jesus) because his magic might go away.
And each morning he's in a new place.
Like perhaps on the shelf with the dog treats.
Like perhaps on the shelf with the dog treats.
You better be good, because he's watching you.
He has to keep track so he can tell Santa how your behavior is.
I hope he's hiding a big notebook in those skinny pants,
because he's about to see a lot of things he needs to report. . .
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