Christmas
Waking up on a beautiful day, while birds sing their song. Children open their new toys to play. Parents smile very strong. Oh what a faest. the children dont care. but the parents are ready to feed the inside beast. While the children play with toys hung in the air. Christmas is done. time for parents to rest. the children had fun. but now they know that they are blessed.
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