What if there really was a Santa Claus, John, an Easter bunny, or a god who picked and chose among those whose prayers he answered, who got to decide who was ready for what, and who judged those he would either save or damn?
I know. I know. Everyone could spend the rest of their lives hoping, wishing, and asking instead of doing, being, and having.
Tallyho, ho, ho! The Universe |
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| Think we’ll get any presents after that one, John? |
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