It was a night before Yule
And all through the forest,
No creature dare disturb.
The holly was hung
Over the forests Gate,
In hopes that
many won't be late.
The snow didn't damper
The Yule lor or fire,
Thus left the others
To sing quite a bit higher.
Santa could never
Hold a great Flame,
To what witches do
Those who blame.
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