"Stop fretting!" Kuya demanded.
Of Santa Claus ... I excitedly dreamed
Of special toys ... I fervently wished and prayedOf warm chocolate and cookies ... I delightfully visualized
I lay in bed very still
I let the night lull and comfort me It passed quietly …
It painfully tortured me …
Not long after fighting, my eyes grew weary
Finally they closed.
Dawn came at its usual time the next day
Then the sun's rays peeked teasingly
I stretched out
I forced my eyes to keep open till they got wide-open
I got up and tiptoed down the stairs
I looked around for signs of Santa's visit
I looked for toys under the fake Christmas tree
I checked out the table for cookies and chocolate
But found every place empty!
Christmas?
Christmas is nothing more but a senseless, hollow day!
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