All I Want for Christmas

It's not my two front teeth. I already have those. And three bottom teeth and two more on top. I've got another one on the bottom poking through and four big white knots, where one day (hopefully soon) my eye teeth will be. So, you see, all I want for Christmas is to stop getting teeth. Or at least take a break through the holidays. Santa, are you listening? I've been at this since I was five months old. I'm tired of the drool. I'm tired of the sleepless nights and interrupted naps. With all these teeth, I quite literally bite off more than I can chew. Let's be real here. I don't teeth well. I don't handle pain without drama. So, please, seriously, cut me some slack. Eight teeth are enough for now.

Hugs and Kisses,
Lydia