One of the greatest gifts I have ever received is my very own wooden toy chest. Grandma B mentioned something about picking out my favorite one, but Santa showed up at our house 6 days before Christmas, at 2 in the afternoon, smoking and wearing brown polyester from head to toe. He was not bearded,
fat, or really jolly at all. I thought I recognized him from when my winter boots came in the mail, and he got back into a huge brown truck- not one single reindeer in sight, and definitely not a sled. Maybe he was going to a costume party.
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