Carl Browne (18th February 1976 / Nottingham, England)
I once asked Santa for a gift, the best that he could find.
I wanted it to be beautiful, so sweet and very kind.
I wrote this in a letter, and so no one else could see.
I popped it in an envelope and placed it by the tree.
And in the morning when I woke, my present I did find.
A gift that was beautiful, so sweet and very kind.
I believe in Santa clause he brought you here for me.
My very own angel off a Christmas tree.
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