I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
every morning ur d 1st thing tat comes2my mind
i wish i wud start my day with u in my bed
i luv d feel on my lips
u just make my day
i lvu u "NESCAFE"...
Santa : People Santa : People consider me as a "GOD"
Banta : How do you know??
Santa : When I went to the Park today, everybody said,
Oh GOD ! U have came again..