Back when I was just a tiny tot, I had this wild notion that the longer the poem I belted out to Santa Claus, the more loot I’d score. So, picture this: a 6-year-old me, standing there, reciting a freaking 30-minute epic chunk from Nekrasov’s “Who Can Be Happy and Free in Russia.” I’m pouring my heart out, expecting a damn treasure trove. And what do I get? A lousy stuffed toy and a measly lollipop. Screw you, Santa, you cheap bastard!
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