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 |
Going shopping for the annual ugly sweater party that someone always manages to throw.
Clinging to your scarf as you shiver your buns off, you can’t help but wonder how you, a southern girl, managed to be up north for the winter.
You and your girls coming up with a CIA level plan to get you and your crush under the mistletoe before the end of the night. You'll want to look your best for this rendezvous.
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.
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