Santa:
Almost every year you have graced me with your presence and presents. I remember when I was younger and living in an apartment in Portland Maine, you visited me on a cold christmas night. I was sleeping and was awakened by your sniffling nose and old man's cough. I slowly opened my door and peeked my little blue innocent eyes out. My freshly made sugar cookies were eaten and I heard rustling by the christmas tree. I quickly shut my door and ran back into bed, afraid that you would catch me up. Moments later I heard some stomping on the roof and bells jingling. Oh santa.
Easter Bunny:
The first year I moved to New Hampshire I lived Newfound Lake. The night before Easter it had snowed a foot and you still decided to come. The next morning I woke up to many candy baskets. With tons of jelly beans, peeps and chocolate! As I opened the front door I noticed abnormally large bunny foot prints on my walkway. Was it really you mr. easter bunny? Or was it some phony?
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