Come On, Dad

All I asked for Christmas was a little bit of Christmas dinner. There were so many people at my Grandma Beef Jerky's house that some people sat in the living room while other sat in the dining room. For some reason my dad wouldn't let me go to the kitchen table and sweetly ask for food. (I'm sure no one would mind giving me a few choice bites of their meal.) Instead my dad convinced me that he would give me some of his food. Little did I know it was just a trick to get me away from other people. Now that's not funny at all!