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Holiday Travel

It must be the Christmas holidays planes are grounded again This time of year presents itself as Groundhog Day, not a question of it but when The airlines have used every excuse as to why they can't fly Why don't they come clean, we know the reason why There is no doubt the skies are closed to allow Santa to test drive a sled I am sure nobody would complain if this was the story we were fed The weather office reports a severe storm nearby The chances of making it home for Christmas are not very good, I think I am going to cry Not going to give up hope maybe a miracle awaits An announcement everyone was hoping to hear, flights are resuming the storm starts to abate The roller coaster ride has finally come to an end It, 's time to make up with the airlines and call them my friend

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