My brother got a rawkin' ipod Nano shuffle from Santa and all I got was a stupid wooden truck. But that's ok; I have my baby turtles, whom I love more than anything (expect balls. And Pooh. And 'Po. Nevermind.)

He doesn't look very impressed though, does he? Perhaps next year Santa won't go to so much effort to try and satisfy his every whim and wish ... my mum said to write that. ... it sounds ominious. Somebody warn Grayson, ok?