29 new stories for my pleasure,
I hope I will get to read each new adventure.
I know that St Nick isn't real,
But this secret I will not reveal.
'Cause she is still young and filled with life,
My little sister does more than just suffice.
Each year you come to me,
As I dive further into the sea.
A cry of joy, I will play along too,
Hoping you won't see right through.
"Let's play Christmas day!" you say informatively,
For you cannot see my deformity.
So much pride in your voice,
As mine dies and is barely a noise.
I hope St Nick does come this year,
For I do not want you to fear.
You, my dear, are still young,
So please, continue to run.
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