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There once was a man named Ole Saint Nick, Who would fly down your chimney ever so swift. He would whistle and a laugh in his jolly ole way As he ransacked your house, like a tornado insane. And when he was caught, I didn't deal nice, He felt my shotgun like a hand in a vice. From that night forward he did change his ways, He left children presents, instead of dismay. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
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