The year-end holidays always refer to the memory of happy moments of our childhood. The anxiety of waiting for Santa Claus, for an example, was palpable. But always caused discomfort to know that the good old man had a list of all the good and bad things I had done and continued to spy on me. So, I always thought it strange the idea arrives while we sleep. At least I know the reason that led Santa to interfere my routine.
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