A SEASON OF LOVE AND LAUGHTER
I'll find my way back home, and to chime up every tree. We'll hang the stockings, place the gifts below the tree... The fireplace crackles as the northern winds strike the glass window. Fractals of ice bound each corner, as even the door creaks ever so slightly, but it remains jolly to hear. I wish I could tell you, that I enjoy this Christmas, but Santa will sadly will never go down our chimney, for we have none. My heart is the only thing more frozen than this winter atmosphere, the world so unfair made me poor and impoverished; not to indulge in the providence of wealth, but I assume that it would be happier with a lot of money. After all, everything is happier with money. People would not work hard for it anyways if it did not matter. I've experienced every kind of Christmas, there's the merry and the sound, but there's the melancholic and the frown. Christmas as you can say it, is a "Bo...
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