Merry Xmas, daughter
May malice God scatter
Alongside trivia clutter
Together with pesky Twitter.
Dress your bread with butter
But don't grow fatter
Because appearances matter
But more important is laughter.
No libation beats water
Commonsense always utter
As God's breeze does flutter
Your person family does flatter.
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