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Secret Santa


For three weeks, I have been your secret Santa

So now you can say oh my lanta

But don’t worry, I didn’t get you a Fanta

I got the things you like

Probably not a bike

So don’t give me a spike

So here you go

From bro to bro

The gifts from a week ago

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jhartm02
<p>Christmas time has always been an awesome time for me. Traveling, seeing, and spending time with family is bitter sweet. Especially when you haven&#39;t seen your younger brother in long time. He serves our country as a United States Mairne! And this past Christmas I drew his name for our secret Santa gifts our family and relatives do.</p>

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