December morn, Claus's wife's horn, squeezed out,
Good tempers worn, Claus wretched concern, about,
Elves night, the naughty list grew,
Claus's name was added too,
She's crackers turned, Claus stout whaler--no doubt.
It's Frosty time of year, though sad he seem,
Both cold and snow unable to redeem,
Rudolph note his crooked smile,
Snow and ice just seem to pile,
As Frosty...
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