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A Christmas Bout

Before I could get to the stairs Santa appeared in front of the fire place. He dropped his bag, it hit the floor with a soft thud, almost inaudible. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed the palm of his hands on his lower back and stretched. He looked exhausted.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa, there’s something I want to ask you, can you make beer without alcohol? So I can drink and party all night without a booze? Coz all I am doing is a pajama party with some pillows and blankets, while playing Netflix until I fall asleep.  Dear Santa, can Read more…