Christmas Stories

He woke up on Christmas morning to find that Santa had visited him at night, under the bridge.
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 They shook hands, exchanged a smile and wished "Merry Christmas", even when they had not spoken for an entire year.
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 She gave the candy to the boy in rags, she is 7 years old.
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 He was cheerful when he saw the neighborhood kids rushing in, his own kids had left him here long back.
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 Everyone had a piece of cake cause God was born on earth, today religion did not matter.
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