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Created on: February 04, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
Red.
He comes, tonight.
His bag filled with children's mirth.
Do I sleep?
Jingle.
His reputation proceeds him.
Bells dancing gayly to the seasons tune.
Do I wait?
Anticipation.
For his arrival, for morning.
Were my wishes granted, my prayers answered?
Time will tell.
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