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Santa Can'T Forget
It was late December, and snowing quite heavy, Santa was busy packing, getting things ready. One more time he glanced his list, making sure there was nothing missed. Walking to the barn, he counted the heads, all eating their oats, getting ready to pull the sled. Ho, Ho, Ho, said the jolly old man, I see you really like the cheaper brand. Times are tough, and we have to be thrifty, hasn't been this bad, since the fifties. This year the sleigh, won't weigh as much, toys are made cheaper, and don't weigh so much. Factories shut down, people out of jobs, and the drought has dwindled the fruit crop. I have my map, and my radar too, houses foreclosed, but my children , I can't lose. Now, drink all your water, and quench your thirst, the rivers are drying up, there's nothing but dirt. Some of the houses we will be stopping on, will not be lit up, daddies are not home. They are fighting some long, messed up war, and their children can't see them, it is way to far. Things are quite different this year, you see, some have forgotten what Christmas means. Let us get going, we have much to do, before Santa is forgotten too.
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