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Santa Hit 40 Stone

Old St. Nick could hardly fit into his huge red sleigh his reindeers groaned when they were alone that it was never meant to be this way 364 days of eating and drinking everything in sight his belt was on the first hole and boots were getting tight buttons were all popping and pants starting to split his nose was matching Rudolph's from always being lit how could they fly and pull this guy whose weight was 40 stone his massive size and all the toys were way too much they'd moan so, they went on strike, no toys from Santa they were sad to say that made for an extremely unhappy Christmas day

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Date: 12/19/2021 3:22:00 PM
I can relate. My belt is on its final hole. I better get my act in gear and lose a little weight. A real seasonal treat my friend. Have a great day.
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Peter W Iversen
Date: 12/19/2021 5:32:00 PM
You're not alone in the weight dept David.Thanks for the read & comment. Peter

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