A Man Named Santa Clause
2nd place at the YoAlfaaz Christmas competition 2017
Everybody waits for a man named Santa Clause; drizzling snow is covering the streets of our town; festive assessors are decorating the house; in every single corner a cold wind is blown.
Drizzling snow is covering the streets of the town; crazy people are running all over the mall; in every single corner a cold win is blown; lost relatives finally will receive their call.
Crazy people are running all over the mall; mother nature is wearing her new wedding dress; lost relatives finally will receive a call; a new winter wonderland celebrates its mass.
Mother nature is wearing her new wedding dress; festive assessors are decorating the house; a new winter wonderland celebrates its mass; everybody waits for a man named Santa Clause.
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Christian Bass
An author, who writes tales of human encounters with nature and wildlife. I dive into the depths of the human psyche, offering an insights into our connection with the world around us, inviting us on a journeys.
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