wittle archie-are you a good sprout or bad sprout ( happy kwistmas )

hi their my name is wittle archie and im jusht a wittle boy of sheven yearsh of age
from a village in scotland called sauchie in the uk

being shevan its hard to be a good boy all the time cosh us wittle boys and not forgetting the wittle girlsh always do silly things and get into twouble even when we dont want to, its hard being shevan wish i was elevan like my older bwrother daniel

i remember lwast year when i was shix years of old ..well …. i was jwust one wittle naughty boy and being only shix years old at the time i was a wittle terror getting into this getting into that touching this touching that as well as tasting things what-ever you name it anything i did it ha ha like lwittle boys do …but shumtimes its wrong being bad and we are made to pay for our wrongs and mistakes in so many different ways….so what im going to tell you about now, is so you dwont make the shame mistakes and end up having a kwistmas like i was about to…ok onto my story

it was december lwast year and only a few weeks untill kwistmas mum and dad and daniel were putting up all the kwsitmas decowations arownd the house…i was getting to help build the kwistmas tree yipeeeeeee… when mummy told me, i was jumping up and down on the chwairs sette sofa and bounching all over the place ha ha having such a wonderful time. well that was untill mummy stopped me she was like this …in a deep voice ( oi archie stop jumping up and down and all over the sofa and chairs you’ll break them thats what bad boys do and you know what happens to bad boys..well i didnt know and i didnt care ,because i kept on jumping up and down with excitement….. i was getting to put the kwistmas tree up and turn on the lights.so thereeeeeeee ..that was all i could think about….thats when my dad stepped in from my mummy ( archie he shouted very manly- if you keep on jumping up and down and dont do a thing your mother tells you ..then santa wont be coming to you because santa doesnt bring bad boys christmas presents…….that made me sad…….but only for a little while…so mum said ok we will wait untill tomorrow untill we put up the christmas tree….guess what ha ha i did the same thing the next day and then the next day and then the next day…in the end i didnt get to put up the christmas tree because i was being a bad bad boy so mum and daniel and dad put the kwistmas tree up them selves…this was when i learned my wlesson…. listen to this…..awwwww everyday i would see pwesents appear under the kwistmas tree hmmmm and they were all for daniel and mummy and daddy but nothing not even one for me……i was the saddest kid ever……i would sit on my favourite chair and not talk to anyone and if i did daddy and mummy would remind me…you’ve been a bad bad boy and what does santa not do…and id say …give bad boys lots of pwesents like me….theyd say ( riiiiiiiiiiiight ) then daniel would have to agree ( oh ive been a good little boy have’nt i mum havent i ) yessssssssssssss daniel shed reply ….spoilt brat ha ha…then id get into a bit of a fwight with him…im a good boy your bad bad bad bad you shouldnt have any kwistmas pwesents….and run off in the huff in to my bedwoom and hide under the bed…………….anyway skipping on ( kwistmas morning ) hmmmmmmm lots and lots and lots of pwesents under the kwistmas tree for mummy daddy and daniel but still none for me …i said to mummy with tears in my eyes (( theres nothing for poor me -have i been that bad )) mummy would say i dont know maybe santa will change his mind i dont know.you’ll have to wait and see…well that gave me hope….i wanted to watch daniel open his pwesents but mummy and daddy wont let us open them untill after we’ve eaten kwistmas dinner ( yuck! ) who wants kwistmas dinner on kwistmas day all i want is my pwesents ( dont you )
anyway mummy got making dinner and i sat and watched and watched that clock tick tock tick tock tick tock no sign of santa anywhere ( i knew this would happen and it could only happen to me……… then dinner time arrived mummy made kwistmas dinner and guess what ( sprouts yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! i haaaaaaaaaaate sprouts ) mummy said if i eat all my dinner including my sprouts and she said allllllllllllllllll of them then maybe and maybe only then would santa probably bwing me pwesents……….soooooooo ( guess what ) i had to eat all my dinner including the yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucky sprouts every single one….slowly and agonisingly putting them into my mouth then chewing them and swallowing them as fast as i could one by one by one yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucky ha ha id shout after each one yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. there was about eight… everyone would laugh at me…mum said thats what you get for being a bad boy so if you do the same next year it will happen again….congratulating me on eating my dinner and all my sprouts aaaaaand daniel didnt even eat one single sprout, we went into the tree area and guess whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat hundreds millions billions zillions of pwesents and for me as welllllllllllllllllllllllllll yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
santa forgave me for being a bad boy and eating all my sprouts and brought me the world of christmas presents …soooooooooooo are you going to be a good sprout or a bad sprout ( happy kwistmas people ) and remember be gooooooooooooooood ha ha ha

wittle archie-are you a good sprout or bad sprout ( happy kwistmas )

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ALLOA, United Kingdom

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