10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
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10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
Weight | 0.5 oz |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Color | Red |
Characteristic | Cream |
Arriving to warm hugs from all the relatives you haven’t seen in awhile at the family get together.
The gentle crackle of the fire is the perfect background music as you snuggle under the blanket, crack open a good book and enjoy some hot cocoa, marshmallows floating on top of course.
Skimming through an old diary you land on page with a memory so clear it might as well be a picture. “Dear Diary, September 7, 2006…he kissed me.”
It’s polite to ask but we all know, as my friend, you have no choice. Participation is mandatory.
The faint sound of carolers in the distances as you and a loved take an evening stroll through the park.
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