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i-will-call-you-sir: The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. A Visit from Saint Nicholas, Clement Clarke Moore
I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Santa Claus: Now You Go Home And Write “I Am Very Sorry For What I Did To Frosty” A Hundred Zillion Times. And Then Maybe - Just Maybe, Mind You - You’ll Find Something In Your Stocking Tomorrow Morning. Professor Hinkle:
I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Eddie: You Surprised To See Us, Clark? Clark: Oh, Eddie… If I Woke Up Tomorrow With My Head Sewn To The Carpet, I Wouldn’t Be More Surprised Than I Am Now. Christmas Vacation
I-Will-Call-You-Sir: But This… This Sound Wasn’t Sad. Why… This Sound Sounded Glad. Every Who Down In Whoville, The Tall And The Small, Was Singing, Without *Any* Presents At All! He Hadn’t Stopped Christmas From Coming, It *Came*! Somehow Or
Theadventuresofmichaelpawlak: The End.
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