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When did
we stop
believing
in Santa
Claus,
was it when
the gifts
stopped
appearing?
When did
we lose
our childlike
joy,
and our
smiles,
once so
endearing?
My gift
to you this
Christmas
is a wish,
from a friend
who cares
for you,
a wish for
all things
good in
life,
and success
in all that
you do.
My wish,
like Santa,
can't be
seen,
but believe,
dare to
dream!
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