Callum pulls up the brown leather chair, the one that makes him look like a huge baby (see Blip: Santa Baby) and proceeds to climb up so that he can reach the highest echelons of the Christmas tree, which, nearing the end of its useful life for which we are extremely grateful having graced our living room these last few weeks, is increasingly shedding its pine needles everytime anyone remotely strokes it. Anyway. I digress. Ah yes, Callum. And, up on his tip toes, he grabs at the Christmas ornament, actually the one that reads "Reuben Christmas 2008" and, pulling it down from the tree, begins to crunch away to ease his teething gums.
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