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 |
The grass conforms to your bodies like memory foam. Hand in hand you lie together staring at the moon sharing your hopes and dreams.
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.”
Dancing it out in the first snowfall of the season because there’s nothing better than wintertime.
“All done!” you used to shout to Grandpa, proud that you’d poured all the eggnog without a spill. He’d look down at you with a smile and remind you, “Don’t forget the Nutmeg.”
Laying in bed, late at night and he sends you those four infamous words “send me a pic”
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