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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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