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[rimturse]

On the hill, the children play
I want to while the day away
In the denn the fire dances,
but under the tree no presents prances.
I must brave the cold,
do as I'm told:
"Buy presents, my dear,"
"For I fear,"
"The chimney's too narrow for Santa's rear."

- And this is why I don't write poetry. Kindly resist any temptation to refer to Vorgons.