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Waffles…eeer, hrmmmm…I mean the Christmas Genie… had a special wrapping room in his house. It was a cozy little space wiff rolls ob colorful paper, twine, and ribbons neatly arranged on shelbes, wiff a small table in the center, ready for wrapping. The Christmas Genie hummed a merry tune as he carefully folded a piece ob festib red sloth paper around a special gift for his dad. His tiny paws moved wiff precision, creasing the edges just right before tying it all together wiff a beautiful red bow.

“Perfect,” he squeaked to himself, holding the gift up to admire it. Beside him, a small pile of presents grew higher with each passing hour: a double decker hammock, a new sporty hat, a book about snacks ob the world, a warm quilt stitched wiff cute little rat faces. Each gift had been conjured by the teapot and chosen wiff care, destined to bring a smile to someone’s face. The Genie took extra time wiff the finishing touches, adding sprigs of holly or tiny pinecones to each package, making them look as magical as the gifts inside.