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NOT AVAILABLE by Astasia Limon, Age 8
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, no one was sleeping not even my mouse. Supposed to be all snuggled in bed, I was so excited I was standing on my head. Worried about what I'd get this year, I held my breath with alot of fear. I knew I had been naughty sometimes nice. I listened real quite to make no noise until I fell off my bed right onto my toys. I made such a crash onto the floor and then I rolled right out the door. All of a sudden I heard a loud snore. Was it Santa I do not dare. I wanted to look, was he really there? I was so excited, I had to see, until I fell right on my knee. It hurt so bad, I wanted to cry, and then all of a sudden I say this red guy. Is it you Santa I asked? He kissed my knee and off he went, no trace of Santa not even a dent. Was it Santa? Was he really here? Santa answered back, yes Dear! Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Great Year!
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