Christmas - Poem by lulu bailey
As my life goes on I wait for Cristmas so unpatently.
My dad says wait Cristmas will come.
I think that ill explode because Christmas is a week away.
As I wonder what will Santa give me my eyes glaze over the presents like if my eyes were flashlights.
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