"Oh umm, nothing really, maybe a sweater or some gas money, you've done enough so far."
Thats what he said as he exited the car, and entered the house. The one with no spouse, the one with the mouse who won't introduce himself. Yet produces enough wealth considering his consumption of food. What he really wished for was something only dreams can explore, or nightmares would touch. Only fantasize and such. Yes, he wanted to not wake up on Christmas day, while all the kids are anxious to play. Open their gifts and anticipating to say "thank you Santa." All I want is to sleep for eternity, is that much to ask for? It's not selfish nor is it expensive, it's not limited and certainly not apprehensive. My one wish is to die of a natural cause, cause that's beautiful to me, too much for Santa Claus? He prayed that one night, on Christmas eve, to not wake up tomorrow so that his family could grieve. I think its beautiful too, a symphony of life, to sleep forever on that
one
last
night.
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