December comes but-
once a year with Christmas trees
sleigh bells and reindeer
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on Christmas Eve
all the animals can talk
last orders please!
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there's nothing tender
about turkey - it's a dry
old bird - hasn't you heard
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this month boasts tales of
meteorites and mistletoe
ah, ancient rituals
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