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Ham and Cheese On a Bun
'Twas the night before Christmas, and I could not sleep, so I left my bed; without so much as a peep. And headed to the kitchen for something to eat, buck naked, except for the slippers on my feet. I didn't dare turn on the sidelight and wake my wife, for the last time I did that; she threatened my life. The house was dead quiet; I could not hear a sound as I ventured downstairs, feeling my way around. I got to the living room, stumbling a few times; when I heard music that sounded like Christmas chimes. So, I went to the window and pulled back the drapes, believing that the neighbors were playing some tapes. I forgot I was as naked as a jaybird; till I heard the loudest scream I had ever heard. The church quire was midnight caroling on my lawn, and in plain view, I stood bare-assed, not a stitch on. I don't think they'll ever forget this Christmas Eve, judging by the faces, I saw scrambling to leave. Now, it was not my intent to flash anyone, all I wanted; was a ham and cheese on a bun.
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