What Do You Want For Christmas?

As you might have predicted, it wasn’t long before I was at the dentist. I don’t like dentists much. Maybe it was because, as a kid, our family dentist was Dr. PAIN… uh… Dr. Payne. Still, there I was with the sound of drilling and suction filling the room, along with the occasional mumbled answer coming from my mouth, answering important questions like, “What have you been up to lately?” Then tell me not to move my mouth.