When I was a child, I always look forward to the month of December. When the BER-months approach, I'd always put up the Christmas tree myself and have a countdown not to Christmas but to my birthday which falls exactly a week before Christmas.
But, nah, I still look forward for gifts though.
Today I turn a year older again.
I don't look forward to my birthday anymore.
I stopped my countdowns.
I don't look forward to Christmas anymore.
Bah-humbug!!!
Ebenezer Scrooge lives! Wahehehe!
I don't look forward to my birthday anymore.
I stopped my countdowns.
I don't look forward to Christmas anymore.
Bah-humbug!!!
Ebenezer Scrooge lives! Wahehehe!
But, nah, I still look forward for gifts though.
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