Dear, Santa Claus
It’s me that black girl from Napoleonville, Louisiana who despised you. I found out you were not real when I was in second grade. You see when you grow up in poverty and someone tells you as a child about Santa Claus your expectations become high.
Well, at least my expectations were high when it came to you. My mind frame year-round revolved around the naughty or nice list.
It’s me that black girl from Napoleonville, Louisiana who despised you. I found out you were not real when I was in second grade. You see when you grow up in poverty and someone tells you as a child about Santa Claus your expectations become high.
Well, at least my expectations were high when it came to you. My mind frame year-round revolved around the naughty or nice list.
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| Dear Santa Claus |



