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Dec 24, 2005 10:39

'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the town
Not a sign of Baby Jesus
was anywhere to be found.

The people were all busy
with Christmas time chores
Like decorating, and baking,
and shopping in stores.

No one sang "Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed".
Instead, they sang of Santa
dressed-up in bright red.

Mama watched Martha Stewart,
Papa drank ( Read more... )

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anonymous December 24 2005, 19:59:17 UTC
*hugs and kisses* marry CHRISTmas hot plate. that's got to be the best poem i've read in a few years. xoxo call me sometime when you're free.

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anonymous December 24 2005, 20:00:17 UTC
-your flame'n napkin

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