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Dec 2012
I just hope these cold breeze..
turn to snow..
and santa sits on my corridor..  
waving hands and with rosy nose..
wishing me Christmas
and gifts which glows.  
M anxious to meet that fatty. .
Men in red ..
for whom my socks are witty..
MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE !   :)
Ashmita Agrahari
Written by
Ashmita Agrahari  F/India
(F/India)   
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