Under The Christmas Tree

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By harold hunt

Under The Christmas Tree Under the Christmas tree I set. Wating for my Christmas gifts. A car, a truck a bike would be nice. I ate all the cookies and drank the milk Better for me than old saint nick. It's getting really late and I can't wait. I have to go pee, but I don't want to miss him. Now that I went I just can't believe gone 5 mins. He was here and gone. No truck, no car and no bike. A sox full of rocks and a note. It said,"better luck next year you drunk!"

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