I was at my dad’s house and I told him to take me to the Santa post office because I wanted a pet giraffe for Christmas. He said he would when he finished preparing Christmas dinner. I was bored as I couldn’t wait until we could go. He was three quarters done and his fingers were greasy. He was washing them so I just got brown bread, cheese and put it into a microwave until it will be melted. We finally went there and I put my letter in the post box and we went back home and dad finished the Christmas dinner.