My attempt at a Santa story

I will be the first to admit, I have problems writing about Nature, Animals and pretty soft whimsical things. I write of loss, love, depression and such intensely deep emo type things. So here's an attempt:

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I thought I heard a strange sound

so I went outside to look around

The air was cold yet crisp and clean

I like the refreshing feel that the

winter brings.

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The ground was covered in crystal shards

all throughout my street and yard.

The trees they glisten in the night

I took a big breath in and it gave

me a sense that everything in my

life would be alright.

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There it was, that sound again,

I heard it and it was like a faint

jingle and like a silly little girl

I found myself hoping that it would be

Santa aka Kris Kringle.

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I walked all the way around the house

but I saw nothing at all, just a roof

and 4 walls. I was getting cold so

I went back inside and when I did

I was suddenly shocked and surprised!

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There were presents by my tree and

on the table cookies and milk and

I admit for a minute I felt some

guilt. It should have been me leaving

Santa a snack, I wondered how I could

ever pay him back.

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Then all of sudden I heard a faint whisper

in the night saying, "Merry Christmas,

don't worry, this year you did alright!"

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