Dear Father Christmas, I know you exist, please send me all the presents, I wish for on my list. A part-time job, a place to stay, clothes that make me oh so gay. Some friends that I can call my own, a motorbike so I may roam. Some courses too, and a net connection; cyberchat, with some warmth and affection. Some romance would be nice as well, but will it happen, who can tell. Some other things, I could wish for too; when the time is right, that's what I'll do.
Reason for writing:
some hopes for the new year ahead
Birth sign: Scorpio
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