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Dec 2018
What’s Next
Where’s that Rabbit?
Merry ****** Christmas, whether you like it or Not.
Our way of life is dying.
They are trying.
That what they won’t, us to think!
No ****** way.
Merry ****** Christmas, whether you like it or Not.
They won’t us to second guess Our Believes.
No ****** way.
Merry ****** Christmas, whether you like it or Not.
Stockings all hung by the warm by the BBQ Light.
Our boots were hung up.
The incense was lit.
Stockings hung and empty.
For Santa was late.
Yes, midnight had come.
Midnight had fled.
Then all of a sudden
A  silhouette began to appear
Far of in the Dark, up high in the sky
Music drew near,  surely weren't sleigh bells I heard from afar.
No, Santa had stopped to bash them ******* with a six pack of BEER.
Then all of a sudden the sky seemed to sparkle with magic.
“For Santa had won”
Merry Christmas

By Oscar
Oscar Harding
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Oscar Harding
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