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Dec 2023
Santa came creeping into the house.
And he wasn't quiet at all.

He was exhausted about to head for a fall.
But with the snapped of his fingers he had help.
For a second there, I swore he appears to be dad.

Oh, like many kids, we pretend to be asleep.
But not act that part, parents trying to fool me.

Santa went creeping into mom's room.
And I caught it all on my phone.
But least they left the lights on.

So, I creep to the keyhole to look.
And both was arguing on instruction to certain toys.

I would have asked, if they needed help.
But I'm a child, I'm not supposed to be up.

So, I went to sleep.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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