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Alon Calinao Dy

(Samar, Philippines)

My Favorite Christmas Gift


When I was a little kid,
My parents, especially my dad,
Would bring me a toy gun during Christmas.
Perhaps that's where my toughness begins.

My teacher always got mad at me
'Cause I was pointing my toy gun on his face
And I was shouting extremely loud,
'Teacher, teacher, you are dead! '

Well, I was very young at that time;
I didn't exactly know what to do
But this was favorite toy I ever had
'Cause this was my first 'peek-a-boo' as a child.

Toy guy made me what I am today,
A very respected nurse in the city
Where I promote fitness and wellness
For people to prevent various diseases.

Submitted: Sunday, January 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, January 07, 2013

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