M-iss not the new year,
I-t's thirteen days to go;
K-eep your hopes alive,
E-xpect not the sorrow.
N-ever miss the new year,
O-pen your eyes to bright life;
C-omplete the God-given race,
I-n order to win over the strife.
D-ecember eighteenth Monday, just turn not a deaf ear;
O-pen your mind to future, miss not the new year.
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You write this rubbish day after day. You need need a holiday from crap. Santa