is christmas season. the economy crisis makes everyone tighten their belt. no more extravagent shopping. but the every child's dream of santa falling down the chimney, giving them their greatest gift doesn't exist here. no child will every believe tat cos there's no chimney, there's only rubbish chute. will santa come in from there?





i want wishes on christmas. so many wishes thinking tat santa will nv be able to fulfill them if he only come once a year. i'll tell santa i want a big christmas tree, everywhere to be filled with mistletoe so i could kiss him forever, an everlasting christmas. tat everlasting holiday with the best of mood. the smiles on everyone's face. the gifts under the christmas tree.

tell santa i'll exchange everything jus for one wish. i jus wanna hold him till lines tattooed our forehead. till our hair turn gray. till the very last breath.

PS; I love you.