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Rudolph, the unique reindeer 🦌



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Christmas is celebrated with great joy all around the world. This occasion is a reminder that our God loves us to such an extent that he sent us his only son. Jesus Christ lived a simple life for us and died for us, and he continues to do so. For me, Christmas has always been the most anticipated part of the year. Decorating the house and making sweets together, cracking jokes, and filling the house with carols always leave beautiful memories.
 
 
Christmas carols are like icing on the cake; they bring in a different energy and joy. One of my favorite Christmas carols that never fails to lift my mood is Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer. Apart from being a jolly Christmas carol, it has also been a reminder that I am perfect the way I am. Rudolph was unique; he was different, because of which he would always tease and call people names. He was always left out by the other reindeers until one foggy night when Santa came. We are all unique and blessed with distinctive qualities. While some see this as abnormal, others recognize us as unique.
 



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So every time you hear this, Carol, know that you are unique. Don't let anyone pull you down. There will be people like Santa who will know your worth, and there will be people like the other reindeers who will tease you. But always keep your head high and love yourself because being different or distinguishable is normal; being the same is alien.




MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE 🎄🦌!!!!





                                  
                                                                           
— Alloysha Dias 




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Picture credit: Alloysha Dias (picture 1)
Picture credit: Google (picture 2)




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