the best Christmas ever
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it was a white Christmas and the house was a woke as the lay down father Dan wanted to get some fresh air and as he walked out he heard a noise come from the roof as he stepped back and he saw something red hanging out of the chimney and with a whoosh it was gone he ran inside the house as fast as he could when he got in the house he saw Thomas and vanita standing by the fireless fire place with an amazed look on their face looking at each other the only thing that came out their mouth was Santa and from that day on they never stopped beiliving again
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