| |  Hear Ye well- my festive friends, come gather all quite near,
 I sing to tell a yule-tide tale from far past yester-year...
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 | |  "The Grinch" was but an evil beast, and he, so inclined,
 Spoilt the song, the cheer, the feast, and stole our Christmas time...!
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 | |  The reindeer then were sold for meat, or boiled down for soap,
 And Santa had but nought to do, so started smoking dope.
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