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Celia Vaughan Dear Santa
I know Christmas has come and gone, but I felt the need to write. There’s something I did on Christmas Eve that just ain’t right. I kind of nibbled on one of your cookies. They just looked so delicious. It was a gingerbread man with white frosting covered with candy. It started off with just a bite. But that bite was like heaven in my mouth. The ooey gooeyness of it sent my senses flying. I mean what’s the harm you get so many others. But you also bring joy to the people of the world. Which I guess deserves a cookie. So what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry. Next year I will try to do better. Hopefully, my mom doesn’t make gingerbread men again.
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