A Christmas Tale. Part 2


And I look at it in silence, looking at all the things it had for it.
At that very moment something came clear
Santa clause was ok in my book
I wanted to tell him but he wasn't here
So i never told anyone after that
And each year I would think of it less and less
Only because I believe that I got what I wanted, a twin engine turbo jet fighter plane. With engine covers artillery upgrade, and extra parachute cock pit seat.

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