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‘Thanks Mumsy Wumsy!’ I smiled, wriggling out of her cuddle and staring at the ginormous pile of presents sitting on our kitchen table.

In the middle of the pile sat a huge box covered in shiny silver paper.

‘Fandabby-keelness*!’ I cried, doing a bum-wiggle dance until my pyjama bottoms fell down.

* Keel = cool