Maybe I did miss it and maybe I did wish for you. But as we grew Santa forgot we did exist. And so every wish from little children were granted. Little train sets, the barking puppy, the dolls and teddy bears were neatly wrapped and left under the tree. We got wrapped up gifts too but way more complicated compared to the little things we used to ask for. The lap of Santa's too old for us now, the knees shaking for mercy as we sit and the little whispers of wishes were too soft to be heard. We're now incharge of our own wishes and the laid back twinkles in the sky are supposedly our Santas. Whether you get one wish or not. But how come one wish was whispered and thrown back to the sky? How come one wish wasn't granted? That one wish.
Was it possible that I did wish for a package delivered in Christmas Eve and this box sits there. But I sorta did get that kind of box didn't I? Beep beep!
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