Rowdy’s Dream Blog #171: Sleeping Santa

Brutus De Cervantes
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RowdyÕs Dream Blog #171: Sleeping Santa
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I arrive home. I carry with me my guitar and my packed bags. I can only stay for a couple of hours before I must leave again. I hear snoring and look in the bedroom. Santa, or someone dressed like him is in the bed. I worry that I must wake him up and get him out before I leave.
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