'Twas the Day Before Christmas, and all Through My Diaphragm, Many Tremors were Erupting, and I was Hiccup-ting

No one likes hiccups. I have them. I'm kind of like a typewriter: type type type-- HIC! type type type-- HIC! Not a good Christmas present. On the subject of presents, I got to pick my own this year. Here's what I got: purple nail polish, Pictionary Man, a whimzy pet, and some earings. I can't wait! Gosh, these hiccups are making me nausious. :P