Twas thy night before thine Christmas,
Allith thine males and thine females aboutith,
Joyith fillith thy air with thine smell of nog from thy egg products.
Onith that dayith,
little Jimmy madith thine difference.
He wentith to Santith Clausiths house and askedith if he could havith thine pony.
Unfortunatley...Jimmy drownithed since thereith ith no Northith Polith.
SANTA ISNT REAL YOU PATHETIC MONGOOSE THAT LIVES WITH THEIR UNCLE'S NEPHEW'S BROTHER'S ROOMATE'S SISTER! scream
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