“Ummm…anyone care to explain why I woke up in a tree??”

 “Did I get the tree on top of the star guys??”

Uh…was I somebody’s present last night?”

“I don’t know how this happened but I feel merry and bright.”

“Haha…um…apparently things got a little out of ~paw~.”

“Sooo…does mom know I wore her wreath as a necklace all night?”

“IDC if Santa came, who the hell do you think you are waking me up?”

WOW WHAT A FUN PARTY, CAN’T BELIEVE I DIDN’T EVEN THROW UP…oh…this isn’t good.”

“Heh, tried to put a star on every tree last night…can someone get me down now.”

“I love you squishy Santa and I’m never getting up so I’ll never leave you.”

Haha, Merry Christmas, my head is pounding and I hate myself.”

“Guess I shouldn’t have Instagrammed thirty-seven blurry selfies last night…whoops…still lookin’ cute though.”

“Soooo…how come the presents under the tree don’t have bows anymore?”

“I woke up like this: with no idea what the hell is going on.”

“Heh, my antlers barely light up anymore but BOY WAS TONIGHT A GOOD TIME.”