For the Christmas.. No more fallacy !

Santa Santa,
This day is occupied,
With all d memories of my childhood,
and the rest which are yet to be marked!

I look upon you as a mother fairy from the book of Cinderella.
But my storys' a bit different.
Here it goes...


Though,
My family lets me to work only when i want to,
My dresses are not as smutty as hers,
My mother loves me for everything,
I don't have rodents as my friend,
There are no sleepless nights,
There was no ball party where i met my prince,
Instead it was early morning,
I ran before the sunrise not because my apparels would change ,
But because i pretended to be in bed before anybody wakes up at my place.
My prince found me not because of some ballerina,
But because of the glimpse i left.
And the rest of the part of my story is still untouched..


I want you to be my fairy godmother and let all the evil and cruelty disappear!
Decorate my story with chocolates, balloons, loads of cushions and everything that i am crazy about!

 Merry Christmas !!