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Dear SantaHey Santa, so where were you last year? Did you lose something, Maybe a dear? I think not, I think you just forgot me. Not because I am bad, but because you were mad. The best part it that it even wasn't at me, you got mad because we like more the Christmas tree! Remember the year before that? Why were you so pist? I know you didn't get dist! I know, You lost something and it wasn't your mind it was your special dime. Thanx for that smoke, I hope we can do it again someother time! But the greatest year was when you skipped our house, went to the rich family's house. That was fun. You were buzy and so were we, taking all we pleased. I know we even took that thing for you wife, and she hears what you did last weekend, guess what she'll leave you life. Yeah, we know about that too, so we better get what we want or screw you!!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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