This year my Santa won't come clad in red. 
He left covered in saffron, green and white.
Mom covers herself in white since then.

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The promised kiss was all she could hold on to, as she stood under the mistletoe, dead baby in her arms, hoping to Relive the legend.

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The red socks were surprised by all the attention they were getting, the weight of wishes they carried announced the arrival of Christmas.

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