In this season of joy
May your stockings be filled, not with rocks, but with glee,
And your relatives leave before quarter past three.
In this season of joy, with laughter unbound,
May your holiday be the best one around!
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May your stockings be filled, not with rocks, but with glee,
And your relatives leave before quarter past three.
In this season of joy, with laughter unbound,
May your holiday be the best one around!