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A memo from santa clause;There will be no CHRISTMAS this coming season.
I suppose you want to know my whole reason,Every year I get this CHRISTMAS 
list. The more I read it;The more it gives me fits.I try to make CHRISTMAS bright.
The elves want more money.The reindeers fight. MRS CLAUSE worries  I work
both day and night. I work all year making CHRISTMAS toys for all the girls and 
boys.No one want them.They want IPODS;XBOXS  computer games ;computers.
Who they think I am the I B M? RUDOFF is now drinking his nose dont glow.
How am I suppose to see where to go? My sled is old needs repaired.
How am I suppose to fly that sled erveywhere?On CHRISTMAS eve IM 
flyiing; ;dogging trees;climbing down chimmeys skinnging my knees.
Doing all this to try and fill everyones CHRISTMAS list.When IM flying over your
home.Please dont call me on your cell phone.Asking for one more CHRISTMAS 
wish to bring you a satelite dish Everyone must think IM SAMSON to carry that 
heavy sack.Not me ;not any more IM not going to break my back.
Just when I think things would get better.The I.R.S. sends me a letter I owe tazes.
Now isnt that funny.Who ever heard of anyone sending SANTA any money.
THOSE money mongers;jerks. Now you know my reason why I think there
shouldnt be a CHRISTMAS this coming season.
Then I started thinking;What CHRISTMAS would be if there wasnt a SANTA;
to put CHRISTMAS gifts under your CHRISTMAS tree? 
So please delete this memo from me. I will be there again on this coming
CHRISTMAS eve.So long GOD BLESS I  wish you all a very merry blessed 
CHRISTMAS.

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