Dear Santa,
I been a good boy this past year. All I want is a box to call my own. Pwees, Pwees, Pwees - Santa. I promise to be good for Nahna and Dada if you bring me a box. I promise! My Nahna and Dada gave me a box to play with, but they took it away. And now I have no box.
Love,
George Owen
My Nahna (Mama) calls me Owen
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| Owen admiring the tree |
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| Talking to the tree |
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| Looking so grown up! |
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| Tree! |
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| I love this box! |
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| This is fun! |
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| Baby in a box! |
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| Owen you are the best gift ever! |
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| Look at me! |
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| No Hands! |
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| Im out! |
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