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Bringing Out the Yule's Feeling

Bringing out the Yule's feeling when past memories restore the Seasons' glow and surrender to our yearning, then we should lay back and gently let them flow! The red stockings, longer than a foot, hung on the hearth... while the festive atmosphere was bringing out the Yule's feeling; which other surprise would have incited my dormant mirth, rubbing Santa's flat and freckled nose to induce wishing? Making believe I was fully asleep, here and there I leaned forward and peaked... seeing a shadow go back and forth: was it Santa or dad walking? Only Santa with his presents would be bringing out the Yule's feeling... I wanted to scream, but fearing scolding, I rolled back onto the bed: sad and meek. As soon as my eyes closed, I heard someone stumping on the wooden floor, it sounded like the footsteps of someone carrying a heavy load, I got up and saw Santa struggling with his overloaded sack...I asked him," May I help you unloading?" He paused saying, " You certainly can, kid...you'll be bringing out the Yule's feeling!"

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