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Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls; He made everything shake, even the walls. He ate all my cookies, Drank all my milk; He had heavy boots, And a coat made of silk. Over his back he carried the toys; Some of them, a lot of them, even made noise. He smelled like fresh, tobacco smoke; He gave my favorite tree an irritated poke. A grumpy look came upon his face; This guy is crazy, and I bet he carries mace. He reached into his bag, so I thought for gold, But out he pulled, a big lump of coal. With an angry look, he set it down with ease; Then walked up to my chimney, and gave his nose a squeeze. I'll never forget the obese man in red; I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
The nightmare before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls; He made everything shake, even the walls. He ate all my cookies, Drank all my milk; He had heavy boots, And a coat made of silk. Over his back he carried the toys; Some of them, a lot of them, even made noise. He smelled like fresh, tobacco smoke; He gave my favorite tree an irritated poke. A grumpy look came upon his face; This guy is crazy, and I bet he carries mace. He reached into his bag, so I thought for gold, But out he pulled, a big lump of coal. With an angry look, he set it down with ease; Then walked up to my chimney, and gave his nose a squeeze. I'll never forget the obese man in red; I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.
I don't mean to affend anyone and if i did sorry . By the way I have nothing against santa
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
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