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The Cat and the Gift

"Merry Chrithmath" he pronounced with pride as he thrusted them into my hands. I managed to spit out a weak "thank you".

"A persons a person no matter how tall. A persons a person no matter how small" Dr. Suess once said. Or to me ,my Grandfather. Yes, the famous Dr. suess was my "funky Grandpa". But it wasn't all fun and games. Sometimes it was silly and other times, it was so meaningful. Sniff. Especially our Christmas in 1997, were unfortunitly, I got my very,__very,__ unusual gift.Also my name is Carol and I am a girl. With Dr.suess as your grandpa you run into some pretty odd names that sometimes go to the wrong people. Example-Cousin Marie-boy, Cousin Joe-girl.Get my Point? Good! Let's get on with the story!

I was 9 years old, Grandpa was 83 and we were over at my Uncle Joe's house like every year. We were all in the living room watching "A Christmas Story" and Uncle Joe and Aunt Lidy were in the kitchen baking cookies. We were all talking quietly when Uncle Joe burst out of the kitchen and proclaimed our schedule."FIRST PRESENTS, THEN DINNER, THEN AS A TRADITION WE LIGHT OUR CHRISTMAS TREE ON FIRE AND LET IT BURNNNNNN!" He made it sound like we were all deaf. Then as quickly as he came he was gone, and out popped Aunt Lidy and she said in a very soft whisper (unlike her husband who was never quiet), "//let's get out the presents now.Carol,be a dear and go fetch them will you//?"."Yes ma'm" I replied. Once all the gifts were in thier rightful owners, WE MADE OUT LIKE LIONS! I got what I wanted, but the gift from my 4-year old sister (a teddy bear), she did not want to give up. Then my Grandma approched me and said "go to Grandpa, he has something for you". When I looked up,there he was smiling with his, dencherless gums? I could of sworn Grandpa had teeth a second ago! Didn't he? Just then he pulled me aside from the caos, reached into his pocket and pulled out his denchers. "Merry Chrithmath! Theth with come in hanthy" he said and shoved them into my hands. I was astonished, I mean I love my Grandpa, but his denchers? I quickly shut my mouth and spit out "thank you Grandpa" and gave him a hug as he walked away. After dinner we burnt down Uncle Joe's tree (just as he had said), gave our hugs and "thank you"s, and left.

Later that night all snug in my bed (waiting for Santa of course) I thought Grandpa's gift, and came up with the conclusion that it's not the gift that counts, it's the thought that's put into it. Grandpa was right though, they did come in handy. Four years later I got gingivitis and lost all my teeth and all the dentist had to do was make them look like new again. I'm even wearing them right now as I tell this story and as I get older they will to. But I'll never forget that Cristmas, that one special Christmas, that Christmas when I got my very...very...unusual gift.

P.S.There are actually no cats in this piece. I gave it this title becuase of Dr. Suess.Instead of saying "The Cat and the Hat", I changed it to "The Cat and the Gift".Do you get my point? I didn't mean to get you confused. My apologies if I did.Thank you for reading and have a good day.